I lust for freedom and peace
But can't find a soul worth each
Complacency kicks in and here we are
Its the bed, the dirt, and your stomach's crying
Its such a bitch this life we lead
Its almost like she wont hear even if we plead
I feel lucky that Im considered a lucky one
I have a wife a house and a life of my own
I "serve my country" cause Im homegrown
I can see my country burn from the inside out
If it ain't politics or money or crime
Its dependency that riddles this rhyme
Whats black and blue and red all over?
Its our flag, it bled out and its rotting as it gets older
Significance can only get you so far
I ain't lying when I tell you my world lives in war
It comes from the markets to the street
Wait...we barely have those..everything is beyond repeat
If you listen closely you can hear her crying
Its our flag, sure shes used to all the dying
But she knows any day could be her last
In a nation looking for freedom
Any cloth can be used as a flag
A wise man once said that
Not sure if he ever thought we'd get that far
Not sure if it'll matter when I strum my guitar
Shit will still reek of poverty no matter how many likes we give
But just do it for the 'gram, there'll be more time to live
We live inside pictures, posts, fake friends and its all hard to digest
Though we never asked for our lives to invest
In this world thats kinda bleak
Sure Im a lucky one, consider it unique
But damn If I dont look out that window and feel pretty weak
All I got is hope, my dad he hoped
Hoped that my generation would outsmart his
Not sure if I'll be lucky enough for that nostalgia to kick in
I think thats enough rambling for now
Im just kicking around thoughts thinking "wow"
Shit is kinda messed up in this world
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