Up in the air

Pushed by a trees branchesLittle man,be a man andAnd collect what you canAnd share and shareAmen amenTheir mission to make youSellout ,selloutWe bless you,we blessYouConvince you , convinceYouThis is the promisedLandEmpty pockets they takeThey take still theyTakeNo reason to complainI still thrive in a barrenLandWishful thinking andHandouts keepMe fatNo friends to playLiving in a devils patchDont get me wrongI still look backI still manage to playThe gameAnyway,anyway lostJust the same ,anywayNo dollars no changeI thrive in the streetsJust the sameAre you with me?Did i lose you on theBackstreets?Was it all just a dream?With my sicknessI lose reality,patheticThough i seemWaiting for liftoffA lightening strikeOh how i wish,i wishThe coldness wouldLeaveWheres the fire whenI need?I guess it all dependsI cant complainWe all need ,we all needLet them hear us nowAs we all screamWe will find a wayTo chip away thenightmareWe once thought wasA dreamStill we rule these streetsAnd they have lockedThemselvesIn houses the sizeOf countriesBut they cant feedThemselvesAnd its about timeThey finally seeThe army of childrenThat the masses bringNew,old, have a visionA world set freeLet it be,let it bePipe empty and leftTo ween
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