An Apple Fallen From The Tree Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

In a gangsta saloon
under the moon
Hearin' gun shots go bomb
Louder than an orchestra
of people in a crowded room.
Fat rims and lights dim
come out and play on these
concrete jungle gyms
Prayin hymns out on a whim
playin with skin let 'em live
Lost boys forever kids
Dilated inside their eyelids
Candy paint moral faint
everybody needs a saint
Examples trample like a stampede
A full course meal but it's just a sample
Ongoing restlessness endless
a diverted path helpless
Burden is tremendous
Pillars are pretended
Love forgotten now it's rotten
an apple fallen from the tree
Lawlessness roams free
Segregated away from
the cream of the crop
Jobs drop on the floor
like the tip of a mop
Not enough janitors
to clean up the slop
Scenes of excuses
disregarded influences
looked upon as a nuisance
Nothing will change
while we are useless
and not thinkin' positive