Tom Morello's Guitars

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

Let me drop a few rhyme bars,
Laying them out like playing cards,
Listening to Tom Morello's guitars.
Kid's brains being sucked into a mobile phone,
Watch your steps while out on a short roam.
The riffs are making me want to spit some fire,
For lack of knowledge know some will expire.
My life changed fast and never asked for this,
I guess that understanding was my main wish.
The powers that be want us to have nothing,
Lies, never surprised, my jaw no longer dropping.

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