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WE ARE NOT FOOLS
In the markets and farms we heard the shout
Another master has come
We leave our baskets and hoes in our farms
Farms you ask us to toil
With sweat and blood enough to soak a metal foil
But to your place. we come
Walking through broken roads that reflects our hearts
A heart that has been filled with sugar coated promises
Promises with enough sugar to leave us with Diabetes
We passed through streets filled with broken homes
Greeting neighbors whose eyes are pools of stolen hopes
But still we come
Hoping today might be the day
Where you recover from your self induced amnesia
We smile to our daughters' faces
Because we are on a mission
A mission to at your famous Mansion
On our way we notice the change
Ahead is the colours of a new flag raised
We pick up our pace and set a race
Running through streets whose beauty we can't comprehend
Our dim eyes suddenly glows
Shinning with light to rival the sun
But before us appears a closed gate
Gates you just walked through to us
Collecting whatever harvest we have from our farms
Wait, we see movement
Ha, we hear sounds approaching
We talk among ourselves,
Because we are filled with soo much anticipation
Hurray, the gates are opened
We raise our feet to walk through
But one at one look at your face,
We stop dead in our tracks
The thunder in your eyes is enough to cause our hearts to crack
No one told us it was a one way road
But you are here in all your majesty
Clothed in a robe that tries to cover your gluttony
But your dismissal filled us with agony
When you spoke, our hearts were broken
Because instead of the sweet, melodious voice we heard in the fields
Fields well toiled beyond it's prime
All we we hear is your laughter and scorn
For standing before us is a soldier, a thief and a con man
This is like an investment gone wrong
We are driven from the walls of your city
A city built with the sweat of our labor
A city whose gutters still flows with the blood from our veins
And yet we walk the walk of shame
Again, we are not fools
But a single mother who has been lied to
A father who has been taken advantage of
A brother who wanted to make a difference
A sister who wanted to prepare a place for her unborn child
A child who had a hope
A hope that's been broken
But if you have forgotten
WE ARE NOT FOOLS
© maxiblinkz
Another master has come
We leave our baskets and hoes in our farms
Farms you ask us to toil
With sweat and blood enough to soak a metal foil
But to your place. we come
Walking through broken roads that reflects our hearts
A heart that has been filled with sugar coated promises
Promises with enough sugar to leave us with Diabetes
We passed through streets filled with broken homes
Greeting neighbors whose eyes are pools of stolen hopes
But still we come
Hoping today might be the day
Where you recover from your self induced amnesia
We smile to our daughters' faces
Because we are on a mission
A mission to at your famous Mansion
On our way we notice the change
Ahead is the colours of a new flag raised
We pick up our pace and set a race
Running through streets whose beauty we can't comprehend
Our dim eyes suddenly glows
Shinning with light to rival the sun
But before us appears a closed gate
Gates you just walked through to us
Collecting whatever harvest we have from our farms
Wait, we see movement
Ha, we hear sounds approaching
We talk among ourselves,
Because we are filled with soo much anticipation
Hurray, the gates are opened
We raise our feet to walk through
But one at one look at your face,
We stop dead in our tracks
The thunder in your eyes is enough to cause our hearts to crack
No one told us it was a one way road
But you are here in all your majesty
Clothed in a robe that tries to cover your gluttony
But your dismissal filled us with agony
When you spoke, our hearts were broken
Because instead of the sweet, melodious voice we heard in the fields
Fields well toiled beyond it's prime
All we we hear is your laughter and scorn
For standing before us is a soldier, a thief and a con man
This is like an investment gone wrong
We are driven from the walls of your city
A city built with the sweat of our labor
A city whose gutters still flows with the blood from our veins
And yet we walk the walk of shame
Again, we are not fools
But a single mother who has been lied to
A father who has been taken advantage of
A brother who wanted to make a difference
A sister who wanted to prepare a place for her unborn child
A child who had a hope
A hope that's been broken
But if you have forgotten
WE ARE NOT FOOLS
© maxiblinkz
