My English is broken,
I’m softly spoken
With a pent-up rage no one seems to understand

But could relate to
Sit or stand,
Cultures that rock jays
Or vans could suffer from the same breakthrough

Bullets fly, buzzing and weaving,
No target in sight,
Simple minds continue deceiving
Those who are feeble,
Ego arrives from desert eagles till someone dies,
Life is truly evil

Live a lie,
Climb the stairs of cultural suicide,
Let the clip decide on who’s your people
Till the day you get lowered beneath the dirt,

Do me a favor,
Look at the blood on your shirt
The people you hurt,
The stars and the stripes you earned putting in your work
That meant nothing,

But they said we all die for something
So as children
That’s what we wanna believe to feed our self-esteem

But I practice humility,
Now I understand one thing
You see -- we,

Come from ashes,
Till the day we turn to dust
The footprints we made,
Would mean so little to most of us

So the war on the streets,
The loud noises,
And the fuss
It would mean nothing a thousand years from now,
Let’s hush

Silent as a grave,
So many lives that have been played,
Throw in a bouquet

For all the lives we couldn’t save
Caught in the warzone and the battlefield,
Who could have been someone to change life itself,

Instead caught by a stray bullet and end up getting killed

Gas’d up chambers
Out of barrels reminds me of wars

Within a former world that could have thrived for better peace
Greed is the root of all evil,
Jet bombers release missiles,
Like a beat….

Meanwhile,
The elite continues to control all,
And delete

Thus My words and ideas won’t trend,
I’ll remain obsolete my friends

Prayers on the rock,
Where the churched is founded on,
Let my words reach around the world to the moon and back,
One step like Leo Armstrong,
Consume my facts
Keep it 100