Playground

What a wonderful place. where buildings rise and cities fall short of a better place. what a wonderful feeling it would be, to sit back and watch it all fall down. just might, put me to sleep at night. i'm not sure how to cope, in a place where the system depends on crushing and stepping on the lower classes for any source of profit it's sick. in a place where the freedom of one man depends on another ones fall at the right price. it might as well be packaged up and sold. in a place where the power of the rich gets spit back in our face and another on the streets feels the pain. in a place where a million voices can be wrong.