Thrown inside this so called melting pot
crushed up, blackened, burned by the walls we rot
the way it looks from here, youth's filled with fear
pressed against the walls, the spoon don't hit this spot
you try to mix it up but seperations what you got it's how it looks from here, the mounting storm front
The way it looks, who's at the helm, who steers?
no matter who's in power, oppression turns the gears steal, rape, oppress fucking wrong againyou guess what's best brainwashed school keep on grabbin
what's to be done before we all crash
head first into the wall is all it takes to wake up
and realize who's victimized nothing but confrontation
the almighty dollar in demand keep em fighting and watch disintegration
Fueled by distrust and misinformation
Keep them down, no win Situation!.
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