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A Few Steps back
bring the power
but where's the fire?
everything's watered down anymore
we all accept mediocracy
not like when I was younger
might have been many years ago
but I feel like I was built to be a warrior
now I look around at victims
no more fighters
I can't help but want to walk away
let the world die in its own hypocrisy
people want to say fuck Trump/fuck Obama
how about go fuck yourself
you want to make a difference
make it in your own damn life
bitching about pointless politics
won’t get anyone anywhere
it will just make you stressed out
American politicians are all rich dicks
the one in office now is the biggest of them all
nothing you do or say will change that
in a matter of fact it will only get worse
change starts with the seeds
look in the eyes of a child
tell them the rights from wrongs
maybe I'm just bitter
no more fight to fight
so I'm picking one
and all I'm asking is
what now?
maybe it's my piss poor attitude
or the way I tell the truth so blatantly
I just think people feel safe in their bubble
they don't want to hear how they're full of shit
unsupportive to the cause
pessimistic till it all falls into the sea
always pointing fingers
they just want to shoot their guns
no more responsibilities
we want what we want without repercussions
everyone's concerned with their image
worrying about the label that they're given
but I can't help but think
what the fuck does it matter?
when all the words sound the same
no heart to back up the underneath
it all becomes so half assed anymore
over sensitive pricks
kids over medicated
we throw anything at the problem
not giving what the youth really need
time and love
then we wonder why they grow up bratty
just need to look at mom and dad
they cry more than the children do
always acting like their lives are such a wreak
if you have food and a roof over your head
well, then your set
love, care, and respect goes a long way
and from what I see
we took a few steps back
but where's the fire?
everything's watered down anymore
we all accept mediocracy
not like when I was younger
might have been many years ago
but I feel like I was built to be a warrior
now I look around at victims
no more fighters
I can't help but want to walk away
let the world die in its own hypocrisy
people want to say fuck Trump/fuck Obama
how about go fuck yourself
you want to make a difference
make it in your own damn life
bitching about pointless politics
won’t get anyone anywhere
it will just make you stressed out
American politicians are all rich dicks
the one in office now is the biggest of them all
nothing you do or say will change that
in a matter of fact it will only get worse
change starts with the seeds
look in the eyes of a child
tell them the rights from wrongs
maybe I'm just bitter
no more fight to fight
so I'm picking one
and all I'm asking is
what now?
maybe it's my piss poor attitude
or the way I tell the truth so blatantly
I just think people feel safe in their bubble
they don't want to hear how they're full of shit
unsupportive to the cause
pessimistic till it all falls into the sea
always pointing fingers
they just want to shoot their guns
no more responsibilities
we want what we want without repercussions
everyone's concerned with their image
worrying about the label that they're given
but I can't help but think
what the fuck does it matter?
when all the words sound the same
no heart to back up the underneath
it all becomes so half assed anymore
over sensitive pricks
kids over medicated
we throw anything at the problem
not giving what the youth really need
time and love
then we wonder why they grow up bratty
just need to look at mom and dad
they cry more than the children do
always acting like their lives are such a wreak
if you have food and a roof over your head
well, then your set
love, care, and respect goes a long way
and from what I see
we took a few steps back
Published 7th Mar 2017
| Edited 22nd May 2018
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