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Armegeddon


Among this setting we're heading to Armegeddon

Unless we start pressin' and getting answers to all these questions

Stressin' the truth within the message

Blessin' and recollectin' the days to the seconds 

When life was like the first bite 

With the second look you made

When you realized the prize of longer days was taken out of play

When the bullet came my way

Six feet deep I lay

Weep soulless and boneless

We shall pray

 

It seems it's always gonna be rough

Belonging to the bullet or the cuff

Singing songs of love and peace

When we don't see them things coming back to us 

Brothers laying with bullets 

Either or  our own skin or the blues' whose pullin'

Busy singing songs of love and peace

When we're the only ones that's crooning

 

Where to go?

Where to roam?

Always on gaurd with a bullet proof heart

Just in case of an identity mistake

and they take overpowering action

 

I roam at home 

Always on gaurd 

Pullin' at my heart

Just in case they wont my fate

so I take overpowering action

 

My mentals' deteriorated  

I see myself deteriorating 

Screaming inside when I try to face it

Demon of blue taking me out when i'm trying to make it

 

How come I must fear the man 

When the people are gonna understand

Is when I can no longer breathe

and the future is wind blown sand

Among this violence

We're using the little bit of patience God has left fore he gets violence

Ripping through the houses and all the stores

Armegeddon heading quicker than ever before

All the babies and the mommas

Help stumbling out too

Hands a fallin' but we're a callin'

to the big guy in the sky who

Keeps the world turning 

In admist as the trees burning 

He, she, we are all yearning

For a moment to open 

and that moment tells us to keep going 

To strive for a life where we live as one

and for the fight that was won with no gun

 

But today blood paints the streets as fire paints the sun

If ash must be my next form, to it i'll run

So seal my fate than rather say

That I came today and prayed away

the pain and all these troubles began to fade

When we know the shame will never roll

When the bullet or cuff pays the toll

But i'm left in debt

Consumed to assume

that these problems will just up and go

 

Death by man I may fear

To occur today or in years

I steer clear and keep my head to the sky

Some are better can't let stereotype get to the latter with lies

To leave home and roam Terra's dome and accept her paradise

Because paranoia eats the brain

and lets the strongest man cripple and die

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ZipporahBrownCFS

I am an aspiring songwriter who writes music for not the just the listener but for the decipher. I live for my songs, parents, Nanny, brothers, and nieces and nephews.

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