Death of individuality

In this Pit I feel so Insipid,

Clawing at the walls but not being Lifted,

Might as well nail me to a cross because I'm Gifted,

Because I'm Different I see a different Edition,

Eminent changes in our planetary Village,

And comfort's holding me hostage in this Prison,

A bad mix like Trials and Afflictions,

The cat's got our tongues when we're pulling a Lick Then,

Going down to port to brew some Business,

Shipments leave in the morning no Superstition,

No fairy that barely makes a dime and works in Kitchens,

Breaking backs all day whilst Taking stacks of Pay yet something's Missin,

Humans of equal rights stuck in Harsh Conditions,

Hearts Conflicted they're in the Dark and Slippin,

Bullets find their way to where the Narcs Kick It,

Yet still in my mind I hear somethin Rippin,

Tickin like a Clock my Blocks a Reminiscent,

Of what democracy Caused one person making All the Difference,

The enforcement of ideas in protests trying to Mark the Image,

Maybe I'm only meant to serve the Common Interest,