a cerement ta those burned is it my turn
ta feel the cloth casket or the walls of an earn
you tell me lord why should i even fear fury
my eyes always blurry from years of worry
buried in mass craves masked slaves die at 11
my only question is will i succeed in this heaven
cuz life's hard down here many lonely years
are feared for those who get look at as weird
shed a tear if i pass... the sand in the glass
has reached the bottom emptiness has me plottin
anguish deaths... check mate those past debts
cross over into the depths of eternal rest
now grown ta except that we all pass eventually
some mentally die in the young years of elementary
others never learn ta read through bad seeds
they grew ta be younger jeans of a child with no dreams
shattered at an early age some deaths are staged
cuz the parents are blind to this world of change
need ta rearrange how 3rd world countries suffer
focus on world hunger not makin laws tougher
the government is a scam ta us working peasants
ghetto bird circling over key hole shaped crescents
always in our presents they have us by the balls
chained behind bars and 3 brick layed walls C’mon
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