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Life


The world has always taught me that you got to fight for what you want. Tht no matter how hard you try bigger forces will stop you. That its not our will but His. In this world we may get what we want. But peace can't be found in a blunt. This world was much better Back before txting and letters Before brand names and logo headers. I think that if we could all open eyes See beyond all this social lies Ignore and destryoy our giants like flies We could all advance to a better place. A place where there is no hunger trace. We will know he is there Yet not see his face. Fly and soar like eagles but never be the owners of the universe soul dealer. It was all so much more simpler A world free of hitler Time tickers channel flippers radar blimpers A world with chordotas now evolution has baught us Through life lives have been lost but he has shown us whos boss. It's said he lived for a cause And died on the cross But hold the applause Cause d's theory has flaws You have been made to believe that it's drugs and lust Alcohol and trophys on a shelf fully dust. A poor raped girl and destroyed family A sweet car and wallet full of money. That if you own the world Be the world and see the world You will be the most valuable peice of meat on the face of the earth If you sell your body you are somebody If your a nobody you are willing to be anybody You miss what was never there And think that everything is unfair That it's only for you you should care But you swear that you know love Believe it's like a dove White plain and easy to see That your lover is the solver Of your problems That love is nothing but a butterfly feeling Yet under the sheets you don't know with who you are dealing It's the world that tells you to smoke And if you don't your dope To drink to the weekend And wear the new trend It tells you what to eat and watch And how to dress in sin for march It tells you your fat and ugly Worthless and stupid That the right can be questioned And the wrong can be mentioned That He is a thing of the past Like a chrismast blast Excuse me A holiday blast That His principals where for others And we aren't all brothers I can go on and on But you'll just change my song If you are lost you know where you belong.
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Comments (3)

RainDance
Don't let em change your song 'cause somebody's listening!
12LCAT
This is awesome! Its refreshing and bold. You clearly are headed in the right direction. I wish you luck.
LIL- BIT
love it ...... keep up the good work.....

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