They don this hat of great confusion
For not understanding the outcome of their own conclusion
How can they solve their own problems when it's too complex
Do they get the respect, or is self-production underminded by
SELF-DESTRUCTION
It can't be corruption if based off perception
Maybe they need direction....
Or...I mean or their direction is so lost
That it cost a life, a broken heart, or a broken home
Where they sing sad melodies to tune out the world
But can one neglect their son or daughter
Simply because their young son or daughter reproduced a son or daughter
Is this the wrong of many rights in the life of a dunce?
Where the father soiled his precious daughter with his semen
Being violated as she's kicking and screaming
Or the mother playing the daily father figure trying to figure
How she can get her son to understand the big picture?
As he looks in the mirror and see reflections of a killer instinct of his father
If life behind bars is the sister of death,
How can one prison their mind not to speak their last breath
This....dunce life they endure is not to intellectually lure their minds
But to challenge their minds to gain self perservation
I'm sorry, but our generation is fading where we don the dunce
The devil is the hunt and our sin and actions are the prey
When can we make a difference without wearing the dunce today????