Sometimes years change nothing, and sometimes one day changes everything
And that day has come
When racial and economic dichotomy, are one in the fucking same, and a line has been drawn, head down, eyes to the ground
Inveterate culture, customary conservatism
Where survival is costly, but carelessness is affordable by all
Where communities are gated, architecturally fragmented
Nestled in the gears of cyclical entrapment, predisposed to rise and fall like clockwork
Prepackaged for convenience, propagated for stability
Romance conceptualized, morality predefined
When a knee is broken at the bone, and the instincts bred say leave it alone
Afraid to lose tomorrow to yesterday, many make their beds with illusions and silent addictions
Ten thousand years in the making, twenty scores in creating, we all play a part in our own alienation, we are all a stroke in a bigger picture
So here we are, sitting on the edge of it all, waiting for the sun to rise