picket fence

We livin in some 1 wicked times Im not the pick of the liter Im at the picket lines Im pissed I admit but I won't be minimized They're killin my brothers sisters and cousins and its televised Sayin we started the heat Who u see setting fires Most yall clueless Of sitting in the back of the blues Catching some bruises I wise up with my eyes shut Try not to lose it I can't abide by the rules U write the blueprint Of course U can't think like I Its too close to suicide Its a catch 22 More than 22 have died Isn't terrorism being terrified But we're supposed to let it slide But can u turn an eye to genocide