Deferred Hope - digital resistance

Lost bullets find their way to little hearts

Big dreams of classes and all their parts

Shots fired, little lungs run out of air

They’ll be good if they survive, they swear

Their school bleeds from all corners

Each week they welcome new mourners

Stray bullets, shots fired, the war on drugs

Little dreamers between cops and thugs

Corpses that never got to grow full size

Too much pigment for politicians to empathize

Their education lost to the drug trade

Their lives lost to bullets that strayed

Battles on the news between vain fixes

Ignored by those worshiping crucifixes

The day life stopped in the shanty town

Days, weeks, months, it comes back around

Build walls here to keep them out

Little girls sold there to the local talent scout

The bricks are designed to keep you in

Freedom up to the choice of your guillotine

Those bellow gave up hope long ago

Those above maintain the status quo

This year he had single digit geography lessons

But he can name tons of vicious weapons

Conditioned to find life a normality

With the constant threat of senseless brutality

Born to brown parents with empty pockets

1% indifferent as living-cost skyrockets

Legal pharmaceuticals profiting from the sick

Those trying to decriminalize seen as lunatics

Exclusion begins with a lack of arithmetic

Inclusion is stalled by insidious politics

They stare at the same sky but their roofs are different

Watch them die on a new t.v., their suffering insignificant

Favelas periodically suffer a disease outbreak

Not enough think about which side to take

The day life stopped in the shanty town

Days, weeks, months, it comes back around

Build walls here to keep them out

Little girls sold there to the local talent scout

The bricks are designed to keep you in

Freedom up to the choice of your guillotine

Those bellow gave up hope long ago

Those above maintain the status quo