Am I literally writing this as I go so ....yeah, here it is.
Have you ever beeninsulted, which resulted, into apolluted, world ofdistortion anddestruction?
This is myreaction to aresolution, arevolution! To seize the wars and close the doorsto help the world's, boys and girls.
Torepentand no longer resent what we have become and what is tocome. One day the end of days shall come and we'll bedone.
And what do you have to show foryourself, what do we haveleft, is this it forus? Stuck on thecrustand shadowed by the rustand dust? This can't be what we standfor, andbefore, you justignore, or, even not, this world will rot.
I don't wish to rap about sex and drugs but real shit and hugs. We need to change and it may seemstrange but i must arrange
alife without strife with out a knife stuck in our back like wrecked shack, back packed to the packed back, shit whack, like a wacky tic-tak; ticky- tacky, tocky, tick- tock struck rung the clock lets rock!
The end of time for such a wickedrhyme to express ourcrime and thistime that we need to finally walk the line and begin toclimb
to the top of the potandstop andpop open an op-peration tomop up the mess we made andstray from the past our fathers have made and follow me and make a new. Be the few to make your own path and end the wrath,so you do themath. What will youdo? just be true, doyou.
Am I literally writing this as I go so ....yeah, here it is.
Have you ever been insulted, which resulted, into a polluted, world of distortion and destruction?
This is my reaction to a resolution, a revolution! To seize the wars and close the doors to help the world's, boys and girls.
To repent and no longer resent what we have become and what is to come. One day the end of days shall come and we'll be done.
And what do you have to show for yourself, what do we have left, is this it for us? Stuck on the crust and shadowed by the rust and dust? This can't be what we stand for, and before, you just ignore, or, even not, this world will rot.
I don't wish to rap about sex and drugs but real shit and hugs. We need to change and it may seem strange but i must arrange
a life without strife with out a knife stuck in our back like wrecked shack, back packed to the packed back, shit whack, like a wacky tic-tak; ticky- tacky, tocky, tick- tock struck rung the clock lets rock!
The end of time for such a wicked rhyme to express our crime and this time that we need to finally walk the line and begin to climb
to the top of the pot and stop and pop open an op-peration to mop up the mess we made and stray from the past our fathers have made and follow me and make a new. Be the few to make your own path and end the wrath,so you do the math. What will you do? just be true, do you.
Tell me what you think!