The Forgottten Mattafix
Vaccum. Not even a court room. Just me in a small room, that has become a tomb. Converted. Disadvantaged, Nothing granted. Will they ever get my message? And how soon will I have to think when allowed to? Lonely in this commune, Given away, Giving them names. I hope you were with me. The world is far too busy now. The nation has forgotten me. Several times severed lines with means. Patience with Hypocracy. Only misery. Severed ties, several lies over me. Right over me, right over me Justice is but a promise from the dishonest. Where do I stand in all this? So long they have chosen even my opinion, while I remain forgotten I'm evading the main thing. Frozen but ageing, while I'm left debating. Whether or not I'm worth a lot. To waste away. To have another say now. The nation has forgotten me. Dem forget about me. Several times severed lines with means. Patience with Hypocracy. Only misery. Severed ties, several lies over me. Right over me, right over me But wait, wait na mah. I ever show you de scene when babylon came approach me? Man, ha long story dat yu know. You see when dem wha come fight yo down fi di wrong ting And nah protect dem end? A sign of struggle you know, a sign of struggle hol on.
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