The Buried and the Best

Fake it til you make it kid
Nobody knows the things we did
When concrete sprouts a daffodil
But guns are sprouting shots to kill
See one of these is something great
While hate can only breed more hate
And neither is it recognized
Not understood or otherwise
So hide your kids and hide your wife
Nobody gets a lease on life
It’s for the buried and the best
For those who could not pass the test
A cobra spits its venom fast
But jump and you might find the past
Too good for you, or so it seems
With present bursting at the seams
The world is changing, God forbid
Just fake it til you make it kid

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