Rise Up

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When will we stand up? Rise up for what we believe?
People fall, children die, innocent people bleed.
No protest we make, our words hit the wall.
Suffer in silence and we ignore every wake up call.
A mother grieves, her child was shot and what all was it for?
"Work for your money" they say, but you work so hard and still stay poor.
Greed kills, ignorance tortures and we are at the lay of it all.
The land we live on is not our home anymore.
You need food, so burdened you can't afford?
It's ok, don't fear, you can just pull out a loan.
Slave til the day you waste and hold your breath and count,
the money that washes away into someone else's bank account.
Lord forgive me for not doing anything to change,
but we've lost hope and the public has turned into a shooting range.
You'll never be rich, unless your ancestors had money.
Maybe they have good ties and are darlings of the city.
Maybe you're rich just because you got lucky, or maybe you had to exploit other people for their money.
Good people never win, to live proper you must break.
To afford a house you'll just be in debt for the rest of your hellish wake.
The people out here to protect us, all they do is lie and hurt.
Like sheep turn a blind eye, but I know you're overworked.
The rich live on, they prey on us, we just watch and stare.
They make us sick, they make us weak, they take what was never theirs.
They throw parties, wear costumes, while we all live in fear.
They parade on, their heads held high but you know peace is never near.
Your voice doesn't matter, broken lips of a porcelain doll.
At what point in time will this brave country fall?
When will it burn, the cities and the streets?
Someday it'll be too much to just drag around and weep.
What does the flag stand for anymore, when the meaning lost its purpose?
Land of the free, they say, but we are birds in a cage with our wings clipped.
Even the middle men struggle, pick pennies up off the street.
How can you be mentally stable when you can barely afford to eat?
We feel like only numbers, because in their eyes we don't really matter.
These laws get passed so "civilized", you climb and fall off the ladder.
You're depressed, anxious?
That must suck, you'll get thrown into a room with no windows and told to suck it up.
You have cancer? You're so sick? You're so close to being dead?
Oh well, you don't have enough money to get off of your death bed.
The children aren't safe, our loved ones aren't safe.
But America, so beautiful! Isn't it so great?
Can't walk at night without the fear something bad may happen any second.
Media gets thrown into our head, distraction distraction distraction.
Left and right billboard signs, grey buildings, dirty sidewalks.
The news is controlled, we consume and consume, what can we do but kick rocks?
You don't belong here, you must not be human.
How do you look into the eyes of an innocent child and destroy them?
We all had a dream one day,
how is that going now?
Now that you realize you were born to line up and bow down.
Even those who fought for our country get thrown out like they're nothing.
War is great! It makes us rich! It feels like they're just bluffing.
"Your body is ours" they clearly show, but say we are independent.
So scream and shout let us fight let the people all be rampant.
Death, war, violence it's all that we are fed.
With all this chaos there's so much that should be said.
The greed and arrogance, the ignorance of the truth.
You're thrown into the world at the age of four and stripped of your youth.
Go to school, stress yourself out, cram the "important" information in your mind.
It's "for your future", but will we have a future when we are running out of time?
We disrespect our home, our own planet is distressed.
Animals are slaughtered, people are slaughtered like pigs all in a pen.
Wake up, same thing everyday,
go to bed, repeat.
Slowly our minds rot away and crumble in defeat.
Scroll through your phones, for hours and hours you can't even sleep.
You're used to the system, just a puppet, please stand up on your feet.
I might be a small voice, lost among the many.
But please rise up, yell so loud,
I know together we can end this.

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