Generational Outcome

I didn't ask to be this way
It was handed to me
A little recently
Saw time in my dream
A figure of mystery
Driving away
I fear my thoughts are in the cabin
Yet we're stuck in glue
At least I got new shoes

I'm a product of an environment
Where your wants and words
Are suppressed of growth
Did a higher one ask for all of this
Was it that way too common
Way to common
Acid trope

Products of a generation
Where fear is dealt like dope
Did a higher one plan for all of this
Is there something else
Controlling this world



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Webb
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