Maybe the way I see it now
is how it’s always been..
But it only becomes clear,
As an adult wielding a calculator and pen.
Maybe this country’s told story
is just a romanticized ruse…
The truth has always been power
A game of I win, you lose.
I, are the men in control
and you, are all of us treading.
But don’t be fooled, it’s not water…
It’s blood from all the beheading.
