Running out

Young of age and ready to ride or die ,
no patience
Old from the rage that lies inside
my conscience  .

Trapped in this soul-less hole called world    
Where the freedom land tickets were all long sold
Where systematically misplaced nudity
Fills our minds and corrupts our integrity.

Unjust justifications are given as reason
why the just are punished ,
a lifelong loyalty rewarded with treason ;
such a lousy scheme !

"Guilty!" Verdicts the judge , based on the types
of stereos around the defendant.
the biased hammer whams as a pre-judged sentence
is made ; "human error" will later be said-
as excuse .
The good old "abuse of power" ,
who judges it ?
how do you climb up from the highest tower ?

But hey , who am i to blame the system ?
the weak and poor suffer under my watch ,
"Not now  " is my catch not to assist-em
 i sneer and make it all about quartz,
my chest surely must tick-tock , no heart .

Am i heartless ? more like "wrong timing"
time is money so don't count on trees
could it grow backwards , we'd all be free
but we're not ; yes! keep thinking ,
its safe to be logged when the world is clicking . 


g3nz3rt