Breach in the social contract,
Out of reach no social contact,
Disconnect from what they erect and what they wreck,
Where their eyes spy our demise under disguise,
I despise how the eagle flies,
Watch the mouse hide,
Where political personas in power preach peace they’ll never see,
While poverty pervades as people pray to prophets they’ll never meet,
Don’t trust in their treaties,
The pen collects dust,
As the mechanisms for change cover with rust,
King is the corrupted corporation.
Not your litigation or situation or observation or pedigreed frustration or liberation or declaration.
This world feels like an abandoned project,
I seen we was like a raisin in the sun,
Had a dream where momma was raisin’ that gun,
Sitting on her bed and then the wall splattered,
Silk and satin sheets turn blood red,
The weight of war and want in this world weakens and weathers even the wealthy woman, Board this train of thought or train the brain to fight the drain.
Momma, please stay sane,
Momma, can we get raisin cane?
Momma, why you always got your hair done straight?
Momma, how you prepare your child for all the hate?
Momma, you think he sealed our fate?
Think he just picked a date,
To let the world descend,
Leave you without a friend?
Federal facilities falter and our factions fissure,
Do you really trust the actions of the commissioner?
Instigate incite irritate,
Burn the night and fell the floodgate,
Unseat the magnate: emancipate.
Disconcert their comfort,
Seize their symphony,
Concert your chaos,
Breach the social contract.
