This world is made for the so called majority
A big sorority
There labels
There laws
There standards
Their values
The don’t get your mind
And think you are dumb
They carry on and label it being Real but all that they are a bunch
Of cowards who have lost the ability to feel
They want the prize of the brand
And relish the brief minute on the stand
The medals of gold
At the cost of their inner soul
The standard which they call real
Is the reason that they get the medal
They build but none
But charge the sun
Liberty and justice was
Once a call
But now the medal of gold is given to the most hours sold
They label it a game
And the winner takes it all
They hold their mind as the highest prize
Intelligence is king
And they go to halls of old
They fight for equality
And are the champagne left
But this sect
With the flag of Real
And champions of the visible minority
Have turned their minds bright
To only see what’s in plain sight
They don’t know the invisible
Minority
The ones that sat on the fence
Waiting for their signal
Desperately wanting to mingle
But now the champagne has lost its bubble
And fine wine is now a fear
Replaced by none other than beer
And to the academics horror
The world is Teu
