There is an order in the universe called progress however anarchy is the very opposite of hierarchy.
A child is born to this earth without knowledge but instincts of survival. Our social policies have developed into invisible prisons where the good struggle for a place. Only after a certain period of time "experience" does one look back at their life to see if there is something left of the illusions one once held to be true.
Every man deserves to be free but must earn their liberties. One always stumbles on those who say "You better watch how you're talking and where you're walking" because everyone has marked their territory and there are those guardians who help so you and your homies are not lined in chalk.
The young really hate to trip but they gotta loc
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke,
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night saying prayers in the streetlight.
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