Place of Wonder

Yo, I step outside, feel the tension in the air. Another headline drops

but nobody seems to care. Charlie Kirk shooting, another flash in the feed.

Another voice silenced when the people bleed. Bullets fly faster than the truth

in the storm. Communities break but the pain is the norm. We got mothers

crying, fathers working two shifts. Kids watching screens, trying to dream

through the rifts. It's a cycle, recycled, strictly designed. Empty promises,

chains wrapped around a mind. They tell us choose freedom, then they cut

the supply. Raise the rent, raise the stakes, push us closer to why