Society's Disorder
• Written by GregStone
Society's disorder
I've seen some bad shit
I've seen some mad kids
School gets shot up with an M9 that his dad hid
Say it wasn't his fault
Improbable assault
Society's mad enraged
Hey man can you pass the salt
And everyone's getting madder
Everyone's slave or their master
Shake cans for cheap laughter
Codeine for a cheap bastard
Think they can see faster
Avoid the disaster
But you're no free pastor
Keep still till you see plaster
How can you tell me that we're free from all the blues
I check up C-N-N, see 53 dead on the news
Drugs on every corner
Steroids on every sporter
Some latina got married
"We prolly should deport her"
Tell me there's no racists
Say that this world's basic
Maybe you should face it
Catch your breath, don't pace it
Sling your head up in the noose,
Call it neck support
Cargo filling ev'ry ship
Was it decks or floors?
Your brains out of order fool,
Call in tech support
You wanna gain mad respect
You should flex some more.
Everyone knows that we're mad
But we'll wreck some port
If you got some more complaints
Fuck off, don't vex the door
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GregStone
Member since June 24 2016