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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