Many different colors around to see, we've got weapons and guns to protect our seed.working really hard to enjoy the fruits of our labor. Hardworking with hardship most of you always die young. And it's not your fault how could it be. You march with so much passion to keep the chain link going. But when you stop it gets picked up by a younger man who's more capable then your old worn corpse. You can try and rebel, as time starts to pass what you fight for starts to faid until no one can tell. Many different vertues many different beliefs. Sometimes people just live to see their hopes and dreams. But how can you say your living when theirs nothing to seize. Americas values and how we all live. Controlled by fancy suits behind a barrier that can't control what they started. We all stand here as a mix of soup that's been diluded whith false and truth. There are those who stand to build up and those who want to see it all fall like a Jenga in mass proportions. In the end we can only wish for a better ending.