Confused Revolutionary

Politicians peddling power predictively programming the minds of the masses

Masses turned into sheep mer(rily)ely grazing upon pasture

Those who awaken, make it off plantation and either aid the master , systemically killed off like Cancer, or isolated by the sheep from the masses

Fiends of power had made us addicts of candy rocks and stuff

Lost our souls for adrenaline like adrenal glands traded for moccasins
But ironically losing pure oxygen
As " I can't breathes" spoken through stands

Jokingly and seriously don't know who's truly in defense of my ass

Actors don't become activists
Because we saw what that led
Bullet wounds made us bound to our fear
Revolution spoken in vain (like distant tongue of clicks)
Our fear magically disappears when push comes to shove
Of our brothers, sisters, mothers and cousins being butted by gun

Activism making a cameo on this "Tonight Show"
Fuck it I'll change the channel

Only profitable out of u,
Making funds off our importance