this world may not know everything
this world knows there is a problem
a problem the people cannot solve
a problem that's got way out of hand
this world is in more trouble then it
believes to be one walks alone once
turned on, friends transforming into foe
can't even trust who you know
worlds turned on self preservation
mode, families politically divided
left wing and right wing attached
to the same aircraft, why are we fighting
roundtable discussions guess who's
the subject many left behind fend
fight and die no one has forgotten
Auld Lang Syne it's all just genocide
nothing happens new under the sun
it's not far behind nothings changed
bangers still bang slangers still slanging
shooters still shoot robbers still loot
people still die mother Mary still cries
for her son to return can't see the smoke
but feel the burn streets are hopeless
cluttered wit homeless deep in the cut
like infection an ugly side to everything
and everybody, keep your glass close
all it takes is a Molly to wop you
bring your own bottles careful not to
waddle get caught off balance tip
over like a teapot and get 2pac'd out
something seems strange because
it is it always was where have you been
we know nothing sep't what we
pretend to, no matter how on point
it's still just speculating ,something
is always a little off in the story
all hell! naw the Farmer's not in the Dell
and the cheese still stands alone
whether we go up the hill or mountain
half the time, we revert back to
nursery rhymes Worms in the Apple
collectively it's like Scrabble & puzzles
Fragments parts and labor if you see it
it's... there even if you don't it's
still... there. there... like an old worn
torn tattered armchair To Mend
...off to work we go...