Speculating conspiracy theory
Got me weary
Friends, family and all those near me
Feel like I’m relearning all those a b c
Nothing is as easy as 1, 2, 3
I got this thing in my head now
It won’t go away if I scream load
I’m not really in it for the fans or the crowd
Not the money or glamour not some golden shroud
I’m in it for a truth, I won’t bare
I see my generation struggling to go nowhere
Working, hustling while the economy roles
While the system and your 40 hours steal your soles
Uncle Sam is not an uncle a relate to
Seem like some child molester in the bushes out brake you
He offers you a token though for all the work that you’ve done bro
Just like a pedophile smile the while, defiles
Takes your years away with such finer style
As I’m trying to brake the system
In this land of the free, we are a discounted Pandora
Led in a cage built by boredom
1,2,3 all our soles who will sort them?
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