Picked Off

We are not eating

You are not feeding us right

You are not treating us right

You want to cast us out

When we get mad and ready to fight

We are trying to sleep, turn off the light

We asked you nice not once but twice

I’m not blaming you, I’m not naming you

You must have a lot of shame in you

You have a job to do so, do what you came to do

 Do what you are told to do

You sold your soul to sell us out

We are captives, you can’t bail us out?

Open up  your mouth, let us out

Act on what you talk about

We want results, not water filled with salt

Keeping us too down to get up

We have taken hit after hit

Loss after loss, one by one they kill us off

This is not for the soft

The weak gets bumped off

Stand for something, have some gumption

It takes guts to stomach what’s coming

They want a revolution

War is always the solution to nothing

 Diluted thickness, dilates vision

I wish this was fiction but fact is fact

We all are here on some kind of mission

We don’t need halftime shows

To get us off our game, losing focus

While they take better aim at us