these streets are ruled by violence
bullet shells pave the streets
our families die in vain
mothers cry and children die
this war just doesn’t seem right
oil’s up and so is the cost of living
gas costs my arm and your leg
but we get no raise
we struggle through the turmoil
but who’s to show the gain
you and your corporation
stand to make the way
while I sit on park benches
making minimum wage
as I sit and eat the gutter
while you eat your five star steak
but this world it keeps on spinning
and I hope for a sweeter hate
while I sit in my shallow hole
hoping for a safer place
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