Skirmish The Reavers

[Verse 1: Priviledge]
I’m sitting in my room, sipping a .22
Blowing trees like oxygen lost to them
Get trapped in the atmosphere in here
I’m used to the smell of the skunk
Noticed the aroma and grabbed for my lungs
Harnessed the emotion I was sent from above
And it was how it is. As it were, I wasn’t ready
To watch history repeat again and again and. I’m getting
Excited, like to incite riots when I’m hype
So step to the side or then join
In the anguish ‘cause life is pain
And foes get vanquished in the streets where chains don’t
Hang from slave ships. Slaves hang in chains
For weekly paychecks, then go insane
For degrading pay, subjugating subjects
Like serfs and lords, indentured servitude
A war with words, slings, and arrows
Shiites and Kurds intelligent among you
My mind observed it’s ambiguous, figureless
Unquantifiable, completely unreliable
In the realm of science, but I bet they get it
If you package it right with a free gift and an
Incentive to buy, insomniac, info-
-mercial addicts, midnight hermits scared of
The backyard skirmish