The terrorists don’t live far away anymore
They live in Number 10 or another home they own
To break down the door of another family struggling
To pay their rent that they already spent
Just trying to feed their kids and give them
A better life.
A better life.
That better life don’t exist for the working class
That break their neck back and ass
For a measly payslip at the end of the month
Foreboding another 28 to 31 days of suffering; of struggling.
Right now I write this from a flat with 1 bedroom
A flat with 1 bedroom that costs £850 a month to stand, sit and sleep in.
A flat with 1 bedroom that costs £300 a month on bills to keep me warm and clean in.
A flat with 1 bedroom that doesn’t understand I get £1200 a month to live on.
Don’t even speak about luxury or situational positioning.
This flat don’t feel worth a penny for the stress for the position that it puts me in.
People fretting about a virus that has killed almost 3000 people today
Since its discovery yet the flu has killed over 70,000 seasonally.
Anyone wonder where swine flu went or Ebola jumped to?
Did you know Ebola had around a 50% mortality rate in certain regions?
You’d rather worry and fear the Coronavirus while politicians and physicians
Blind us and profit by us
Living fat and fit off the money that we die for
While they laugh and sit in the houses that we cry for
Upping taxes with cutthroats that cut throats of people we don’t even sigh for;
No we don’t even sigh no more…
So desensitised by the media of this apathetic world today
That bombs countries for wealth
And starts wars for a hobby.
Old men and women sit formal in a lobby
And call it parliament to make it official
Then they tear down the world and call it beneficial.
Calling destructive, constructive
And obstructive, productive.
I’m tired of this oxymoronic bullshit…
This obtuse world that demands blood sweat and tears for money.
Standing as a wasted investment with my capital ever at risk and no returns.
A world that punishes the hard-working and struggling.
A world that rewards deception, callousness and selfishness.
This financial bullshit is pressurising my relationship…
Trading frets of unhappiness due to location location location,
This money-life is just breeding frustration, dictation and starvation,
Politicians and ignorant fucks preaching taxation, migration, ruination
When all I fucking wanna see is a little bit of salvation.
Some peace beneath the bloodshed;
Some care sowed into our eyes wide shut;
Some love, cut from the same cloth of our hate.
I’m just looking for that better life…