Even the worlds Savior couldnt escape the rage of the human race They shouldve locked us in a cage Everything created was good Except they who were made in the image of the un-seeable Which is why they let unforeseeable circumstances take a stance Now they dance to the rain makers drum The pain killers gun The gentle man turns to rum With violent scenes playing in his mind like movie scenes Except hes a star in a cast of thousands Action packed, grab a gat. Tell him where the insurgents at, hell kill them all So he can get back home and be with his family Although hes not free to walk around town In some blue jeans and a tee Because the tint of his skin makes him kin to some real hated men, women, and kids All we ever did was create the very foundations forming all of the nations. Now suddenly Im racist because I choose pride to battle frustration. My emancipation wont allow for speculation or the perpetuation of lies. -Omega B
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 18:29:40 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015