We
wish to see a change
We
pray hard it will make our day
Everyday
we listen to the lies
The
off keys on the fret board
We
can't stomach it anymore
The
future of our generations
They
will curse the current one
Making
their lives a miserable road
We
all know the agencies have compromise
The
web of wrong decisions will arise
They
will use the draconian laws to create fear
Zip
your lips don't say much anymore
The
biggest crook in the room
The
blues don't see it at all
They
bow to show homage
The
law of patronage
We
wish to see a change
Though
we know of the compromising position
Yet
we can't give up without a fight
We
pray hard to make it our day
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