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Undiscrible thoughts


why is it so easy to curse but not go to church

to spend all our money on the bullshit the malls

promise you will make you accepited

we always look out for the little guys in hopes we will be better

 but not because you gave that man on the subway

a share but because of the contines of you hair

 

 

it is prgrammed in our dna to do what seems right at the end of the day

there is nothing that we are doing that is right

we are nothing but a bunch of wastlest trash thrown away

year after year

yes i know this may be hard to here

but if we dont face the fact that things a re not right how will we ever make it anywhere

 

pay attention for once

see the things you never seen

see the pain in the eyes of the beutiful 

and the hunger in the eyes of the less

i am not writter know artisit but i know what i say is the best

you here me you read

its been done before

they preach to us with an open door

 

 

we wonder why we cant see him nor here

why the insunt are damned

this is what we have

nothing better to do then to accnolge

or ignore

this were we stand 2 doors only one leads to another upstir floor

which one will you open

you will nerve understand what it is to be man 

because there not a door

only the place were you stand

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