Can we survive ?
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Now i wonder who'll still survive
My brain ponders , on the idea that there 6 billion people - 6 billion - maybe cut that down to 5 million
Because the rest took a rest
On a rock ,where each turned around & gave up
because this entire universe & 6 billion hands weren't enough
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There they go the ones who no longer bleed
Sometimes I wanna meet everyone i can
but I am unable to due to the the amount of people who plan
Their own deaths - who cultivates their last breath - & designate where they took their last rest
19-20-22-23 at best
- I am unable to meet the thousands taking a stroll off of bridges because the somehow a razor didnt work
- they were laughed at for acne , style & unable to Twerk
I can't shake hands with the million men who think a bullet is the only thing that really understands their mind
Because the mid life crisis - was the end & they left that mid life behind
I can't hug each neck that shook hands with a noose
Because friends deserted them& daddy hands caused another bruise 39-40-41-42
I can't high five the too high too low pill beggar
The ones who earn for yesterday's dreams & linger on last nights stir
I can't look into the eyes of the worthy who felt worthless
The ones were rich in life but were penniless
- the ones still rotting on their bedroom floor
B/c that's often his parents check in on him anymore 60-61-62-63-64
I can't trim the rope that held the " daddy little girl " or " mommy little princess "
Because this world made them them worthless, useless , penniless
They are looking from above & witnessing us
But what they also see is the thousands seconds from giving up
Because the 6 billion told them they should give in
Because apparently - they did wrong & they wallowed in sin 85-86-87
They are sitting on the edge of heaven ,
Looking down, then straight - at the golden gate
& counting - 95 96 97 98
Just watching the blade take its place
& the concrete ready to face
Right before the bullet touches skin
3-2-1 they gave in
& 6 billion - 5 million lost
& the 6 billion was the cost & the cause
Heaven is getting too packed full of home sick children
Who gave up their chances because they knew they wouldn't win
But the 6 million hands fumble , the 6 billion ears don't listen , 6 billion mouths don't speak
& 12 million eyes just see
What I'd rather not
The necks that play with a nooses knot
Or fumble the pill bottle on their bathroom sinks
Or the trembling feet at the concrete brink
Or the spill toxic poisonous drink
Or the triggers questions stance on skin
Because I wish could could tell every body to not give in
To hold on - to that string u have in hand that used to be a rope
That had faith love family friends value & hope
Hold on to that gun so the next u pull trigger it'll b at tomorrow's dinner - deer w/ corn
Hold onto that blanket in UR palms - that one with stitches still worn
It still covers up the monsters - it still hides this world
Where - a rope , a bullet , a pill , wouldn't talk to a little girl
I hope 6 billion hear this !!!! I am talking to you !!!
I am talking to the ones who bottle up their faith
Who have hope & dream & r wide awake
Help ! Help ! Before the count continues
& heaven getting getting filled up b/c of u
Help help these deaths arent fine
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