Untliled

What is wrong with the world, is what is wrong with people in it.

I can’t help hating on you, you’re still living

While my mind is dying, tired of trying, violent culture

Crazies’ living it easy, while I’m working it with no profit

I don’t have a vision,

I’m no prophet, food of the nation I aren’t having it

Corruption in the government, I aren’t getting the harvesting

Though I laboured the fruits

 

I aren’t getting any, not a dime for my belly growling in hunger

No money for the kids, broken system made me a useless father

Still the same tears falling on my mother

She watches her son slowly dying

I’m just a victim to the circumstance

No offers, no chance

 “They tell me to get rich or die trying”

I aren’t getting rich so I guess I’m dying, of poverty and pain

 

Retrenched from the office to work the house

Up and down, trapped in my home, no peace I aren’t getting any sleep

Restless nights trapped in the dark, they cut the power

I aren’t paying any bills, saved the last dime to put food on the table

 I find solace in the bible

Words from the lord, I try to forget the words of the pastor preaching a lie

Involved with his brethren’s wife

Hiding behind the word of god, the self -righteous holiness

Employing the crocked system of the Vatican

 

Controlling the government with power they have over the masses

You can’t challenge their new testament they call it god

They will crucify you like Jesus; they had to kill him to honour him as son of god

Stole his principle so Constantine can promote his lies

Retain the order of their gods; they were losing the battle to the one god  

The father of creation written stories in your mind, the revelation

Of your true identity

 

Not the green-book the apartheid era of false ID you carry your freedom

Serving the government system empowering the rich stealing from the poor

Chucked aback living in cold street you call them thugs,

That is why you not embracing them with hung

Left them to hug,

For an insurance pay-out you profit on dead, that is why you bought a hearse

You call it a limousine, it long a stretched vehicle all the same.    

Author's Note

This is my hiphop verse about polical issues, and poverty. I did not want to add it in, beacause it just raw and pure brawl, but people seemed to liked it, there you have it hope you enjoyed.

Reviews

[MOON]

Some people did not fight for freedom they fought for a piece of the pie , not satisfied with a piece they now want it all.. Good write.