What It Is

Well yes it is what it is but what it is isn’t right,

When you’re falling into the feeling losing the fight to feel bright,

I’m tired of listening to the pillars and the preachers of night,

Well yes it is what it is but what it is isn’t right.

You take it out on the weakest for no reason but spite,

Preach your exultation just because you’re skins white,

You tie their hands behind their back and expect them not to bight,

Well yes it is what it is but what it is isn’t right.

The less you give the more we’ll take,

The stronger the chain the more we’ll shake.

I must admit I get a feeling when the people ignite,

The fire’s burning in the city all the way through the night,

Chaos ensues and I aint justifying people to fight,

But yes it is what it is and what it is isn’t right.

They tell you who to hate and  then you simply recite,

I will not say that you’re small minded cos I’m far too polite,

But how about docile, stupid, coward, submissive ingrate,

If you ain’t thinking for yourself then what you thinking ain’t right.

The less you give…