Corrupt Environment

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[VERSE 1:]
 
I'm starting to slowly think that I'm slacking in content,
My eyes are getting darker as the days surpass, it's nonsense,
Putting in extra time and putting my lyrics into context,
With every single project, despite if it's with Concept,
 
But I'm having doubts and I think that I'm unable,
To do this full time and attain a record label,
To put perfection in every line, whether or not it's a fable,
To have a life I always wanted, free of all the labels,
 
Because the authority's invading my mind with all these twisted thoughts,
My peers are all brain dead, yet all the teachers applaud,
There are many children living with no forms of support,
The actions my youth execute are not known, they're taught,
 
This world is full of sheeps, we'll always copy each other,
If one person's doing something, I guarantee they'll be another,
If family comes first, then why don't you give attention to your mother,
Instead of expressing love for a friend you assume is your brother,
 
And the system is corrupt, I'm sure you've all been told,
No matter how 'savage' you think you are, there's someone bigger in control,
You can hate on me now, but I'm letting the true story unfold,
Because nowadays if you want to make music for a living, you have to sell your soul,
 
[VERSE 2:]
 
And if we're all equal, then why're we all separated?,
Why're there children that take advantage, when they're getting educated?,
Why are the plans for the future never demonstrated?,
Why are our souls not pure and we need see something to get motivated,
 
And if our world is all loving, then why do people hate?,
We're peasants to the governments, not their fucking mates,
There are children that have been through a lot, when they're just eight,
And why is it that an exam paper will decide the rest of my fate?,
 
[VERSE 3:]
 
You tell me, I'm just waiting for my time,
The day I ascend, with every one of these lines,
Being used as references, proving that they're fine,
Even though success in this world is so hard to find,
 
Death is certain, life isn't you can love a person but you have to listen,
To each and every problem of theirs that glistens, trap yourself in your own prison,

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Teejay1
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