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Trains Go Fast


 

Trains go fast

Fast like my heartbeat

Beating in time with the bullets

Bullets that rip through a victim

Victims of crimes protecting a brother

Brothers who were trying to look out for each other

Other people turning cheeks, but it bothers me

Me, myself, and I thinking I can spit poetry

Poetry; what they think when they spill our blood on the streets

Streets where my generation was raised to act like Beasts

Beasts; they accuse as they beat us and call us names

Name one person who can’t be found to blame

Blame the young people, it’s on their shoulders now

Now I wish I could go back and stop this, but how

How could we let our world fall to this

This chaos we call ‘home’ doesn’t have the same bliss

Blissfully reaching to play my brother’s tune

Tune my ears to listen so I can reach out to you

You, my brother, my sister, my friend

Friends who have been with me ‘til the very end

End the fear of love and eradicate this sin

Sin within; it’s all we’ve come to know

Knowing the world is messed-up, we still don’t let our feelings show

Show me the tears you shed for a dead brother

Brother, I’m sorry we weren’t here for one another

Another one bites the dust and I sink my head in shame

Shameful in admittance that the world don’t feel the same

Same brother, same Glock as I’m crouching in the corner

Corner me in my feelings; I can’t take this too much longer

Longer the world is consumed by greed

Greed is what we feed her but we don’t realize she’s in need

Need I say much more to let you know what’s wrong

Wrong is what we’re doing but we still go on and on

On this crazy ride we go; going faster, not taking it slow

Slow down, enjoying life while you have the chance

Chances of this getting better are less than a second glance

Glance at the trees as they zip by and it starts to rain

Rain that I can’t feel from my seat on this train

Trains go fast

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