It’s a pity what we do in verse, the lives we live.

What does man gain from corruption and pain?

Toxic it is, yet watch them let it weave, let it weave.

Is it money or fame; even in their old age, they will never change but gain.

All we ask is yet but a piece to give.

They hide it for themselves while Grace splurges to obtain.

We sit here and listen to their fat brimmed lies believing it; how naive.

But time will tell, for the future is here to stay.

What a sight it will be when the oppression sets us free.

For now my people wait as their lives sink in clay.

What a sight it will be when the oppression cries until flee.

Pick yourselves up men, do not lay.

Our time has come.

Our time has come.

 


 

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