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The World Goes Round and Round

15 Aug

The world goes round and round

While the hate trickles up and down

And the adults are exchanging arguments and racist judgments without grounds

While the children sleep unsafe and unsound

Because you’re white you think you’re better than me

You’re in a gang so you think you’re tougher than me

You’re rich so you think you have more power than me

You’ve got a degree so you think you’re smarter than me

The people who live in trailers you call white trash

While the black folk in the projects you know as criminals

With a bad past and no cash

With the idea to live hard and die fast

A way out from the madness, the sadness

A refugee looking for an escape from the daily struggle

Looking for a route to Heaven with a few bundles

Gun locked in his hands

Listening to bad rap artists and bands

Telling him the only way out of the streets

Is by packing heat and selling weed

So now he’s got some money in his pocket and thinks he’s rich

Looking to put a cap in a snitch

And a woman he hits

Because he’s been told to do it if she deserves it

If she’s being a bitch

The truth of the matter is it’s not okay

It’s not okay for a man to hit a woman today

Yesterday, 200 years ago, or any other day

It was never okay

But some people are taught this way

It’s not cool to sell drugs and waste your life

Go to jail for a decade or two and live in more strife

Capital murder, assault, drug paraphernalia

A charge is a charge

And a waste is a waste

A failed attempt at a decent life

Or worse, no attempt was made at all

A hooker on crack with her self-esteem against the wall

The image of her potential drowning as her soul falls

It escapes her; the madness, the sadness

The root of all badness

The rich man cheating on his wife

The drunk man beating his wife

Everyone hating their life

The young mother smoking crack and getting high

Popping pills while her baby cries

The young, pretty girl getting drunk and sleeping with guys

Not remembering that half the time she’s getting raped

But instead she chooses to believe the lies

That she wanted it, she begged for it

And every night she cries

The gay boy being bullied in school

His peers are relentless and make fun of him and it hurts because it’s true

One day he’s had enough

So he leans over the bridge and he jumps

He leaves no note saying why

He doesn’t have to

Because it was you

It was me, it was us

All of this hate has become us

It surrounds us

The madness, the sadness

The root of all badness

You can judge me but he can’t judge you

Shame on me and shame on you

Because even if we don’t voice it, we think it

Like all rich people are stuck up pricks

All people from the south are dumb hicks

All people with tattoos are dangerous and crazy

And all fat people are lazy

That’s a prejudice in itself

It may be right, it may be wrong

But all types of people are not the same

And one person is not like the rest

But all of us need to be at our best

We need to change, switch lanes

Free our minds, free our hate

Respect each other, help each other

Respect ourselves, preserve our souls

Pick ourselves up instead of putting others down

The world goes round and round

While the hate trickles up and down

And the adults are exchanging arguments and racist judgments without grounds

While the children sleep unsafe and unsound

All types of people are not the same

And one person is not like the rest

But all of us need to be at our best

We need to change, switch lanes

Free our minds, free our hate

Respect each other, help each other

Pick ourselves up instead of putting others down

Accept that life is hard

Laugh, cry, yell

But be alive

Be gracious, be spacious

Be brave, be shy

Be that cool type of guy

Live and prosper

Excel, succeed

Be motivated, be rejuvenated

Turn over a new leaf

Turn the other cheek

Do whatever you have to

Be you

Respect yourself, preserve your soul

Enjoy the ride the best you can

And cruise on free control