Never Half Full
The glass was never half full.
The glass was never half full,
Our optimism, by votes in Florida, is overruled
We believe our progress has the past eating our dust
Blind of our reality, of a world so corrupt
We reflect on our past, as if so distant
When we can still hear the voices of Martin and poor Emmett
But they say we’ve come far, that we’ll make it in the end
The glass isn’t half full, but simply empty again
The glass was never half full,
Lack of honesty in a society found not guilty, but cruel
We thought through our silent voices, equality we could bring
Ain’t no mountain high enough we emotionally did sing
The fight for change is demolished and spit on by reality
While it floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee
It’s a no hitter, they’ve thrown so many strikes, no one says a word
Not wanting to mess up the momentum or be flipped the bird
We look nervously around, not knowing where to begin?
The glass is never half full, because it becomes empty again
The glass was never half full,
Tearing us down, our ignorance becomes their Red Bull
Misconceptions, misleading, the nation left confused and deceived
But the glass ceiling lives on, deceptive, but so clearly seen
The mass so brainwashed, easily influenced are our youth
Innocent minds corrupted, by what they consume from the tube
Progress prevented, because of the overwhelming chocolate rain
Under the cracks is racism, hidden, because the glass is empty again
The glass was never half full,
Over diamonds, we bleed deeply, and unknowingly droll
As the gap gets greater between the rich and the poor
Instantly rejected in life without the right decor
Society throws a grand party, everyone’s invited
We dress to impress and get so excited
We get to the door and it should have said no colors allowed
The hidden rule of rejecting certain people of the crowd
We smile so pissed, the stories all the same
Oppressed in their homeland, the glass is empty again
The glass was never half full,
They desired us to be civilized, that’s why they sent us to school
But look no books, no seats, so packed there’s no room
A digressive education the children consume
Proposal 2, and No Child Left Behind
Restriction and Discrimination signed on the dotted line
When schools shut down, no one stands to take the blame
When Katrina victims still call for help, we realize the glass is empty again
The glass was never half full,
And the “reality and truth” that surrounds us is bull
A woman believed untouchable, powerful and strong
She can be an idol singing, her same old fairy tale song
She is miss fortune, miss trust, miss take, and miss leading
She is miss America, the beautiful land of the free
She creates an infinite six degrees of separation
Between us, the real America, and the silicon corporations
They take cheap shots at our knees, we stumble and fall
Making the level, not rise too quickly or get too tall
The glass was never half full, because we fill it and then
For their convenience, their safety, the glass is empty again