Catch a riot on the news

People poaching food for thought

Casting words to baiting heads

Stutter once and all is lost

Tag your kills in concrete streets

Gutter rats you’ve tamed and placed

All the talk you somehow live

A murder made and tag erased

Shall I share my sugar?

Will it make mundane?

All the greed I’m feeding

It's not our world to change.

You oil down the war machine

Foot is cut and hunger breeds

Till what you fight is what you eat

and all your diet’s guaranteed

Mother drinks her chardonnay

Pops a mint and goes to pray

She plants the seeds before your feet

They’re promised ripe and bound to pay

Shall I share my sugar?

Will it make mundane?

All the greed I’m feeding

It's not our world to change.

Cast a vote and take your leave

The left or right or in between

Sold by vendors versed and gray

the party lines of which you lean