The ladies, they all gather for the hanging of the rules.
The children sit through thirty-hour weeks at the schools.
I can't speak for everyone but I'll tell you what I've seen.
I've seen a million self-fulfillin prophecies.
I've seen my friends growing up, dreaming of a gun,
Going to do what they're told to until the deed is done.
Now I see em shipping off across an open sea
Like a million self-fulfillin prophecies.
The single working mother with a baby to protect
Prays that she'll find cover til she cashes her next check
And she weeps as she wonders if her babe will reach 18
Or become another self-fulfillin prophecy.
Now I'm trying to change things with my paper and my pen.
All those things I used to know; I'm learning them again,
And if this whole world is falling off, then what's that mean for me?
An unfulfilled self-fulfilling prophecy.
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