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Impatience




I am no longer patient
I'm tired of the basement
Looking up at the floor
Reaching for more

The disenfranchised
Used by the franchise
But who understands when man cries?
Or profits when man dies?


The pie in the sky
Is sold by the slice
Cause freedom never comes
 At a reasonable price

So you can make your statements
You can have your patience
I want more from the nation
than low expectations







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