As we sit here writing poetry, the bullets tear through their skin This world is so sick, prescribe the medication Hangman and hide and seek, but they're not playing games We read it everyday and roll our eyes You always ignore them and turn the page You don't wake up to violence You've got it good, you've got it good They've got no hope for this modern romance They never could, they never could Complain once more about your debts and the mirror that you stare into They're running from fetal threats Just try and imagine what they're going through No space between the hate Our problems hold no weight We don't even know the meaning of pain You don't wake up to violence You've got it good, you've got it good They've got no hope for this modern romance They never could, they never could You're born with privilege so make the most of it You're so irrational Get the most of it and take the best of it It's time to let it go You're born with privilege Get a little perspective Your disillusioned bliss You don't wake up to violence You've got it good, you've got it good They've got no hope for this modern romance They never could, they never could