No matter race,  creed, or  color
A brother is a brother,
    I must admit the mist ova ya eyes is
         Drivin me crazy
You say your sight is
To hazy.
        

       Crimson flowin thru us
          We all bleed the same
   Blood
           But you got on blinders you
         Can't see thru The flood.


         Being abused , mis-used and jaded
         Turned
               Something so    
         Simple
          Into something
           Complicated.


        Many out there all alone  
      Steady beat'in down  
    Their own soul
         Fight'in with themselves
   Not carin that
        That lives gonna be    
  The toll

Struggle'in thru this reality
      Addictions they must  
    Feed
Same restless cats be the Ones
       Don't even know there
     Own seed

         We need to open our eyes
        Start take'in charge of
      Our minds
       Right now we're search'in For an anwser
          That we ain't truely  
        Try'in to find