They told me that this would be different
And I could sense the lies between their teeth
Because this system that had built them up
So many before had tried to take down
And I devoted my life to disintegrating it
But with rebellion comes a dangerous risk
And you are either on top of the ground
Or buried six feet under
And so many of us are under
Because we are forgotten
We are expendable capitals building others’ capitals
Machines of a war we did not know we are living
Because someone is fighting for food on their table
But we just watched them take it away
And instead we travel by hearse
Towards this idea of a life that we never had
And in this dream, I shoot the dealer dead
But they are just replaced by someone who counts cards better
And suddenly I don’t have enough bullets in the world
Except replace bullets with money
And I am forever broke(n)
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