Avarice

Cracked streets mirror the faces of the lean Repressed by a split society The gutters overflow with poverty A judgement is passed faster Than the water and the bread Ive endured all the seasons I've been sunburned by the scoffs Frostbitten by the shame that they throw my way Do they see a human? An identity more than "Homeless and hungry Adolescent injury has left me without mobility" The concrete jungle has digested too many Beneath the layers you look a lot like me Fingerprint of deity, breath of the Holy Beneath the layers you look a lot like me See me in despair, will you spare anything? Behold my eyes are opened I see the great divide It's hungry as the abyss Their fortress scrapes the sky Outside the peasants and poor are of multitude Quickly forgotten by the ones That are living in plenty Beneath the layers you look a lot like me Fingerprint of deity, breath of the Holy Beneath the layers you look a lot like me See me in despair, will you spare anything? I don't care about the amount in your pocket But can we address the plank that occupies your eyesocket Knuckles white, around your pocket book Where have you built up your kingdom? I've stored up in paradise Where this weathered attire Is worth more than your prized Beneath the layers you look like me Beneath the weeds, set 6 feet deep You never shared a thing Now we share everything