Post by WlkWlk3 on Oct 9, 2007 23:40:51 GMT -5
so much trouble in the world today,
we need to go lend a helping hand
they say...
prey on the youth, while the youth
pray...
searching for the enimies
A.K.
47...
will God accept their passport to
Heaven?
i think i saw the devil on news
at 11...
well, at least his work...
the beat of my heart weakens
as i speak in
the native tongue of my people...
a bastard at birth so my father is my equal,
not the spire of my steeple...
in the same game, same name,
different frame... of mind...
guess we lived in different times,
cause the thought of leaving mine
brings tears to my eyes...
him alone in this hate filled world
makes me want to break in to another
dimension...
where people aren't afraid to look at
their own reflection...
cause we all need correction,
the problems at home not the other
direction...
we've lost our perception, and the
reality is this,
our foundation as been weakened...
our tomorrows now lie in the form of
a weekend...
using old slave tricks with modern
inventions,
colors might have changed but the same
intentions...
i feel sorry for the defenseless...
cause most of our real soldiers have gone
away from home...
they're dying for others, while their people
die alone...
some people might say if i don't like it here
i should leave...
i would then point out this is the home of my
Seed...
so if the occupation came, for him i would bleed...
seems to me, we invaded their home...
and equally they would die for their own,
so it will never end til we leave them alone...
i would not want to be any where else,
just had to say what i felt...
the U.S.A. is not like anywhere, better or worse,
and i feel bad that other people have hurts...
but i feel our problems come first...
we need to go lend a helping hand
they say...
prey on the youth, while the youth
pray...
searching for the enimies
A.K.
47...
will God accept their passport to
Heaven?
i think i saw the devil on news
at 11...
well, at least his work...
the beat of my heart weakens
as i speak in
the native tongue of my people...
a bastard at birth so my father is my equal,
not the spire of my steeple...
in the same game, same name,
different frame... of mind...
guess we lived in different times,
cause the thought of leaving mine
brings tears to my eyes...
him alone in this hate filled world
makes me want to break in to another
dimension...
where people aren't afraid to look at
their own reflection...
cause we all need correction,
the problems at home not the other
direction...
we've lost our perception, and the
reality is this,
our foundation as been weakened...
our tomorrows now lie in the form of
a weekend...
using old slave tricks with modern
inventions,
colors might have changed but the same
intentions...
i feel sorry for the defenseless...
cause most of our real soldiers have gone
away from home...
they're dying for others, while their people
die alone...
some people might say if i don't like it here
i should leave...
i would then point out this is the home of my
Seed...
so if the occupation came, for him i would bleed...
seems to me, we invaded their home...
and equally they would die for their own,
so it will never end til we leave them alone...
i would not want to be any where else,
just had to say what i felt...
the U.S.A. is not like anywhere, better or worse,
and i feel bad that other people have hurts...
but i feel our problems come first...
