Sorrow

The courts are rigged
The cops are crooked like my teeth
Homelessness on the streets
Feels like never ending grief
Put my needle on the record
While some put it in their vain
A grave alternative
But both escaping pain
Some smoke the dope up
Others throw the rope up
No hope no luck
Worse when your broke
What the fuck?
Pay us by the minimum work us to the maximum
Blind eye for billionaires they ain't fucking taxing them
Sixteen year old in my class didn't make past his teens
Was the world against him?
No, it's the system that strictly schemes

Some sleep on the street with nowhere to retreat
Shadows swallowing their victims they accept their defeat
Sleeping under the bridge with troubled waters close
Can't face reality
Escapism goes up the nose
Freemen turned into caged birds singing
Death around the corner but no alarm bells ringing
These Anxieties of the imagination
Got us suffering more instead of true contemplation
Believe you can't make a difference?
They have depraved you
Could've been saved through rehab and counselling
But once the ounce came in advice was ignored
Another overdosed corpse in the casket stored
Suicide death rates worse than the troubles
Government doesn't care
Hate to burst your bubbles
No honour among thieves beware of the deceptive
Tricks up their sleeves so you better be receptive
Devils want you in debt
A bottomless abyss
Money loans getting blown easy like a kiss
No noblesse oblige it's a dog eat dog
Although, when it comes to war get a poor man for the job