Goodnight, Students

fists high in the sky with no surprise why shots are fi / red blood that floods from their guts because of gun / men dead on red bed of tar with friends and stead / ily rot while the flock that has got to plot mock this lot /  ful riot of unbias defiance against the tyrants in affianc / ing  kids by giving in bids to the squalid rich who stick to pick / ing haters that cater your ego invader and say your wagers are greater in a dictator / ship slaves of the state of hate and debate over the great masturbat / ion splitting while shitting and spitting on cities and piti / less young after they're stung by the ones with badges hung on their lungs like fung / us stood while they took what should have shook so would you hood what’s used to look so we could be given a good / night?

"there's a mass without roofs / there's a prison to fill / there's a country sold / that reads posts / no bills  //  there's a srtike / and a line of cops outside of the mill / because there's the right to obey / and there's the right to kill" -zachary de la roca (calm like a bomb)