KINGS

I grew up wanting like everyone to be a king,
After all the violence drugs and crime yea I was a king,
Of this darkness and depression that ate up my soul,
I had to confront him my king and let that goal go, so I could ever learn to grow...

That's what's really eating kids alive,
They trade who they are in for money in the hundreds and the fives,
We worship wealth and the kings we create,
But kill our hearts so we can't create,
Every new idea is a fresh press of the same old shit,
It's so numb and pointless yet we worship it,

Depression, poverty, and oppression,
All of us are taking "medicine",
Freedom and the American dream,
Have been replaced by an IV full of morphine,

Stop trying to be different,
And take your self and cement it,
Stop being a norm or not,
Don't give a fuck about being hot,
Put the meds down,
Get out be apart of the town,
Set your goals not the money you put up as an idol,
Replace free health care with freedom!
Rights of the individual has anyone seen em!

Stop being defined by ideas and religions,
Start making your own decisions,
Be you and nothing more,
Just stop being consumerisms whore....