My fears I am with the people Tired of being ridiculed

We are no longer fools

The government needs to be schooled

No infrastructure, no food

But when my reality stares me in the face

In violence I take solace My conscience is sold to the highest bidder

The price of love, never to be considered

At least with them, I have my next day's meal

All I have to do is strike a deal

A little torture of the people

The terror in their eyes

Their only crime is speaking their minds

But my hands are tied

I either kill or I die