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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