School

The last thing I want to be is washed up
A shell of myself, opinions tossed up
In anchors of my past where I crossed up
The difference between objective and stances being tossed up

I don’t have answers for our nations
I just know we look up to criminals for legislation
Our want for green is past the expiration

Devos milks minds with a slow churn
There’s a time we have to unlearn

Our Policies that don’t work
Like our high grade drones with bursts
Our guns are automatic not muskets in clumped dirt

Patriot shouldn’t be about barriers as “real honor”
Would you rather be a Ruckus or a Killmonger