whatIwouldchange
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Because we are the broken and shattered
crooked smiles on crooked streets
treadmill runners yearning for a place to be
Because we desire to be found as "somebody"
Why must they hurt for the sin of our crime?
For the hate that we chime?
We hear but do not listen,
We look but do not see.
Distracted towards the right of humanity,
But blinded by the greed of sanity.
If money is the source of all evil, then we must be living in hell
Corporate America is in control and I compare it to jail
Since we are all victims to it, somebody show me my cell
There is a flaw in Society's Status Quo,
One that only women suffer from,
One that men pretend not to know,
but it is ready for change to come
We are prepared for love and a dream
I dabbed my brush into the endless ink.It went on smooth, painted all money pink.Pink for delight.
