Filtered

Privileged daughters and broken fathers
Who watered the seed till flower
Pampered and cushioned
“yes dear” and never “no”
created the monsters i know

There is a cure but they’ll never take it
Too easy to fall back
into old comforts
The cure is easy in definition
Internally you know it
Just been waitin on you to show it
But i don’t think you ever will

It takes courage to admit your faults
You talk a good game
Goddamn you even look the part
But i ain’t sensin any courage in your heart
Which is why I don’t fuck with you

I see it already
You ain’t revolutionary so for me you aint ready
Go cry
Someplace else
No salt in your tears
Too filtered

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