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How many people die Everyday to a piece of plastic How many people die Everyday to a piece If only we had peace I wish one day we’d all love each other Why does one organization just want to give an excuse for everything I wish they were not right after all NRA What’s the excuse for Vegas We saw the excuse for the Sandy We saw it for Columbine We saw it for Virginia One day they’ll be not right after all Until then, We have trouble Trouble on the street Protecting our 2nd amendment What about our right to be alive Our right to breathe Our right to not be shot or killed Where is that amendment What about those 58 people Why did this have to happen Where were their amendments on living NRA What’s your excuse For the deaths of those 58 people How will you excuse guns for this There is no excuse for this People are dying It’s not an opinion It’s a fact that these guns are making violence a larger thing than it was without guns A quicker way to **** All you need to do is pull the trigger To take away a life, to ruin a life This man took away 58 lives with just the pull of a trigger Not multiple pulls but just one Why, why does it take just one to cause so much destruction It’s like an eruption, so much chaos in the crowd NRA What are you doing to prevent these things from happening Did the founders expect these weapons of mass destruction Bullets that exploded Guns that made no noise Children died Children are still dying What’s your excuse For these deaths For these 500 plus people injured False truths that this time will be different We’ll change our ways Change our laws To make sure this never happens again All lies Will we ever change? Will we ever break this cycle of death? NRA What’s your excuse?
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Excuse
How many people die Everyday to a piece of plastic How many people die Everyday to a piece If only we had peace I wish one day we’d all love each other Why does one organization just want to give an excuse for everything I wish they were not right after all NRA What’s the excuse for Vegas We saw the excuse for the Sandy We saw it for Columbine We saw it for Virginia One day they’ll be not right after all Until then, We have trouble Trouble on the street Protecting our 2nd amendment What about our right to be alive Our right to breathe Our right to not be shot or killed Where is that amendment What about those 58 people Why did this have to happen Where were their amendments on living NRA What’s your excuse For the deaths of those 58 people How will you excuse guns for this There is no excuse for this People are dying It’s not an opinion It’s a fact that these guns are making violence a larger thing than it was without guns A quicker way to **** All you need to do is pull the trigger To take away a life, to ruin a life This man took away 58 lives with just the pull of a trigger Not multiple pulls but just one Why, why does it take just one to cause so much destruction It’s like an eruption, so much chaos in the crowd NRA What are you doing to prevent these things from happening Did the founders expect these weapons of mass destruction Bullets that exploded Guns that made no noise Children died Children are still dying What’s your excuse For these deaths For these 500 plus people injured False truths that this time will be different We’ll change our ways Change our laws To make sure this never happens again All lies Will we ever change? Will we ever break this cycle of death? NRA What’s your excuse?
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It’s alright I’m upright I’m not gonna fight I know you were right It’s been so long I’ve tried to be strong How long have I been battling I don’t know All this mess in my mind like what do I, whoa The solution came to me like pollution to the hudson Mind volution This feelings been hitting me for longer than I can remember I thought it was a trojan horse, nothing harmful just a feeling Who knew feelings could take you over like a rebel It’s like a parasite because it's feeding off me and fueling itself A self sufficient invention so deadly as one could imagine Deadly to make the strongest men fall to their feet Make the strongest most sturdiest men lose their lives It’s not a bomb, but it can feel like one It’s not a gun, but it can feel like one It’s not something that attacks you physically, it makes you attack yourself physically It leaves an impression On your heart and others Doesn’t go away like you want it to You can start popping pills to make it go away But it never goes away It hides in the shadows waiting to strike It sometimes makes you wanting to strike Against others or maybe yourself Either way this thing This thing inside of you Doesn’t have to control your life It doesn’t make you ill Doesn’t make you crazy or weird It’s an evolved form of a common feeling A form which has gone to new levels to control It creates pressure everywhere that the old feeling would never do Depression is evil But good always beats evil Just remember, at the end of the tunnel there is light No matter how far that tunnel goes There is something there at that end Just be prepared, Bring a flashlight, water, and your favorite toy I promise you’ll find the light
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Depress
It’s alright I’m upright I’m not gonna fight I know you were right It’s been so long I’ve tried to be strong How long have I been battling I don’t know All this mess in my mind like what do I, whoa The solution came to me like pollution to the hudson Mind volution This feelings been hitting me for longer than I can remember I thought it was a trojan horse, nothing harmful just a feeling Who knew feelings could take you over like a rebel It’s like a parasite because it's feeding off me and fueling itself A self sufficient invention so deadly as one could imagine Deadly to make the strongest men fall to their feet Make the strongest most sturdiest men lose their lives It’s not a bomb, but it can feel like one It’s not a gun, but it can feel like one It’s not something that attacks you physically, it makes you attack yourself physically It leaves an impression On your heart and others Doesn’t go away like you want it to You can start popping pills to make it go away But it never goes away It hides in the shadows waiting to strike It sometimes makes you wanting to strike Against others or maybe yourself Either way this thing This thing inside of you Doesn’t have to control your life It doesn’t make you ill Doesn’t make you crazy or weird It’s an evolved form of a common feeling A form which has gone to new levels to control It creates pressure everywhere that the old feeling would never do Depression is evil But good always beats evil Just remember, at the end of the tunnel there is light No matter how far that tunnel goes There is something there at that end Just be prepared, Bring a flashlight, water, and your favorite toy I promise you’ll find the light
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American That’s what they call us As they throw us in the truck with our hands tied Our tongues are tied with what to do Our feet are tied, we can’t seem to move We just wanted to go on vacation Now it seems we’re stuck in this situation American I wasn’t even born there I’m adopted They take my wedding ring The wedding ring of my fallen soldier I thrash as I’m hit by a boot I begin to cry American We’re thought to be wealthy But not all of us all wealthy We all think of the American dream American or not, we want to live happily American We are targeted because of who we are We are targeted because of what our nation did I wish our nation hadn’t done it So I wouldn’t be in this truck at night wondering if I will die American We would rather gain money than help another dying nation We would destroy a country for our benefit We would shun a state because they are different We have created monsters We have created organizations that have ruined us American It’s our identity It’s who we are We didn’t choose to be American We just happened to be this way Just because we’re American doesn’t mean we can’t feel pain Just because we’re American doesn’t mean we can’t be poor Just because we’re American doesn’t mean we can’t be human American That’s what they called us As the people in suits carried us away As they left our captors with a bag full of dollars Is that what I’m worth A bag full of money I’m just an American
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
American
American That’s what they call us As they throw us in the truck with our hands tied Our tongues are tied with what to do Our feet are tied, we can’t seem to move We just wanted to go on vacation Now it seems we’re stuck in this situation American I wasn’t even born there I’m adopted They take my wedding ring The wedding ring of my fallen soldier I thrash as I’m hit by a boot I begin to cry American We’re thought to be wealthy But not all of us all wealthy We all think of the American dream American or not, we want to live happily American We are targeted because of who we are We are targeted because of what our nation did I wish our nation hadn’t done it So I wouldn’t be in this truck at night wondering if I will die American We would rather gain money than help another dying nation We would destroy a country for our benefit We would shun a state because they are different We have created monsters We have created organizations that have ruined us American It’s our identity It’s who we are We didn’t choose to be American We just happened to be this way Just because we’re American doesn’t mean we can’t feel pain Just because we’re American doesn’t mean we can’t be poor Just because we’re American doesn’t mean we can’t be human American That’s what they called us As the people in suits carried us away As they left our captors with a bag full of dollars Is that what I’m worth A bag full of money I’m just an American
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What color would I lose? I’d lose all colors Why? I would make no distinction between things Everything would be the same color I wouldn’t see just a bright color In the midst of darkness Everything would be one color Apples and oranges, would have something similar Pigment of your skin, would be equal Everything, would be equal Balance would be in control, control of my life My life would be in balance Unbalanced my life is Too many things to juggle Feels like I’m a bear on a unicycle Because I’m about to fall off And when I fall off I won’t be useful anymore They’ll kick me out, throw me out Say I’m not good anymore I know I’m good Just because I’m darker than the rest Doesn’t mean I can’t ride that unicycle like the rest Why does color have to play a role in everything? If a fruit isn’t the right color it’s wrong If a flag isn’t the right color it’s wrong If people aren’t the right color, that’s wrong Why can’t we see everyone as one color, everything as one color What color would I lose? I’d lose all colors Why? I would make no distinction between things Everything would be the same color I wouldn’t see just a bright color In the midst of darkness Everything would be one color Apples and oranges, would have something similar Pigment of your skin, would be equal Everything, would be equal Balance would be in control, control of my life My life would be in balance
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
Color