I know you people dont have the heart for it
Drawing pictures treat it like my art board
They killin people in the streets ain't your heart sore
It should make the fluids from your eyes pour
Knowing that Justice is no longer served, anymore
Like a bad serve we need to go back to the fundamentals
Protecting lives used to be simple
We need to demonstrate change with action
These lyrics are the voice like a closed caption
Speaking of the journey for every closed casket
They say dream big then make it happen
The losers never succeed cause they never practice
I'm scholar, baller, making money so when I sit I can be a little bit more taller
As I pop my collar and call the shots like ya farther
But then again, I'm just dreaming
It's all on me...
The hurt the pain give it all to me
I'm the vessel that brings joy
Release the toxins although they might destroy..me
Pain in others is what I don't like to see
Although I hide my pain beneath
I still smile so everyone's breathe can be with ease
But in my heart I'm saying please...
Give me the cure to release these toxins
So I can be free from my conscience
Hearing footsteps but are they mine
In my dreams, I'm wasting time
Now waking up to reality
Are the same words guiding me
The words that were never said
The ones that filled up every inch of my head
The question is... am I living or am I dead
Not in a psychotic way
But in a way that... does my life have a presence
Presence being a live and forgotten being death...
So what route can I take to stay existing
And not a dwindling thought
These are the things that fill my head..
While I'm stationed in the dark
while YOU'RE looking into the stars
I'm admiring your PERFECTION
IN the dark you're my light
MY eyes adjust to you
cause beauty is in the EYES of the beholder
I'm crying for help but silence is what they see
Smiling but the wounds are too deep
Do you see the pain?
Everyone's shoulder... but where's his?
They say he's such a nice kid
Give him an Oscar he earned it
He's putting on a grade A performance
Playing the role but never playing himself
It's a cold world when you're in it by yourself
Gun control is what people don't want
But what if you're on the other side...
What do you want?
Gangs **** gangs, people **** people
but put a bullet in the middle,
is that defined as equal
i mean it's illegal
But is that enough
Losing family that's what's tough
If it was you, you want it back
You wouldn't want that bullet in your back
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