A Stallion Nation.

i took those steps so slowly
i looked up at their majesty
it was just another flight
but these led to freedom
i had to climb them one by one
listening to the wind as it hummed through the jury's that were hung
there was a message that was being exhaled through the lungs
bent, prodded, and sent, they were so well flung
you might have thought we were hustlers, cutting all this mustard
this government fits you tighter than a leotard
would you drive me there before you told me how far
i didn't want the hourly rate, i just wanted to arrive at my fate
climbing these stairs in the hallways of freedom
a memorial for the long lost songs that were sung
two steps up and i forgot already, five more and i'll have a search party
the cause was lost
and we were betting on the jocks, the horses came in flocks
and flew away, its what we tried so hard to stop
but a pegasus has wings for a reason
just like an eagle falls bald to the treason
no more words for the message that are cooked well done
an expression can't be contained in the lines of pixels
but an entire generation can agree that sex sells
did you hear the inherited scars and stories that it tells?
what more did you ask for, inside these stair wells
we've all gotta show off our own personal hell
but was that what we were brought here for
so we could find out what's behind that fiery door?
it's parallel and its a stupid judgement we pass onto youth
how many more times will we fill their minds with faulty truth
we better send back the defects, because this batch is wrecked
and even if we do, we know this nation will continue to be cleft
between the right and the left
you better get some cleaner and clean that palette
this world has a nature of nurturing the phallic
and if we don't act quick, this eagle will drop us from the talon
work at it, and we can make this nation a stallion.

~D.C. Makes Me feel political.

Love,
Digress.