Is it me, or does it Feel like the world isn't enough
You can try to feed the hungry, But it is out of Love?
I don't question much, but I've had alot bottled inside
How Even Real Eyes, can't Realize, all our Real Lies..
I thought I had pressure, dealing with girls One Night..
Now I feel Like I have the whole World On My Shoulder..
..And shit it feels Light
Sure we have wars and shit, People dying on a Daily Basis
And people here feel bad..Yet some are still Dying by Murder..
...Is that the way you plan to change it?
Can somebody give me an answer, something to heat the cold
Pain embedded on to the concrete, White colors begin to Show
So lets blame it on the music, it really does affects how they act
Or maybe It starts at the home..The Position they were put in..
...so It Leaves.. and never comes Back
Is it me? Or People are acting Like Its Too Late to change society...
If Only they really knew, how they can still change..
Its too Late for me..
I sold my soul to the devil, and I ripped up the Reciept...
Your fellow Politician..