Different Tree

Our generation is everything gone wrong
We preach peace , but we are at war
With ourselves; With our friends; With our morals
We can't accept the reality of this "Our Made War"

I keep having scary dreams
It's a Dracula show
If everyone is suddenly Solomon
A sword to decide our fate is too wrong

But we're falling too deep
This labyrinth is keeping us boxed in
Everyone is sarcastic. Twitter made sure
Everyone saying "word". The memes have got us here
Social media diaries and feuds
Privacy is naked; insults are fun

We crumple photographs of "Happily ever after"
In the bin they go...memories to oblivion
Needing attention but deny the need
Cry for help and get branded weak
"Call or I won't call", we don't even speak

We are masters of our own slaves
And slaves of our own masters
These invisible shackles are nothing compared to iron
But I tell you brothers, they're invincible; stronger than British iron
Heroes are out of stock,so we cry on

Th cycle never breaks
The merry go round never stops
We are Black and always wish to be free
But my sad dream never ends
We always go up a different tree

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