1/2 Full
Floating out on the sea
Far from lights of a city
The elements they speak to me
Whispering that life
Existed long before breed
Balancing the world
On its knee
Don't see some men as 1/2 empty
See them 1/2 full of shit
Thinking that we're all but slaves
There's ain't gonna be
No middle anymore
It's been said before
The haves be having more
Yet still bored
Won't someone save?
Won't someone save
The world?