We are lions, we are prides, we are the same
They live to survive, we live for the game They’re born in hopes of making it passed their cub days We’re born in hopes of growing to be old and gray A lioness protects her cubs from being eaten alive Mommy dearest keeps us safe from the harsh world outside They hunt to kill and kill to eat We work to earn a paycheck each passing week They all sleep beneath trees to shelter the weather In beds we all lie beneath a roof, together To protect their pride, they need strength and courage For us to raise a good child, it takes a village They do nothing but moil for tomorrow’s sunrise We grind on the daily for rent and our food supply They combat starvation and coalitions nearby We fight for our freedoms to live and to die We are lions, we are prides, we are them, but tame Like them, we live to survive each passing day
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