Fruit of the sweetest

Where to go
Do you know
Here my mind is bare
Refusing to bare
Fruit of the sweetest
Stopped by the elitists
Teachers turned preachers
Pushing the religion of knowledge
I would absorb if they taught
still in there own orb
Too absorbed in their complaints
reaching their hands to the sky
lectures
Where to go
Brains trying to build higher
Architectures
My mouth is the barrel
Thoughts bullets
Stream of consciousness
feral
pull the trigger
My elders try to protect me
Yet the world isn't sterile
They treat me like kid expect me to be an adult
Forcing me into a cult
Kids with big dreams told no
We cry out  and they blame us
For actions
Distractions
Reactions
To their incompetence
They try not to remind us
We are the future
Tell us no tot fuss
9 to 5 is going to be good for us
Try to tell me i'm too young
As if to concuss
Not discuss
Not to expose me
Not wanting to real world to own me






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