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The Wake Up

Too much entertainment and not enough education

Seems to me the recipe for a wasted generation

But we've reached a point in time where the future isn't waiting

It’s up to us to realize that our own planet needs saving

Jeopardizing the earth we’ve put our entire race at stake

Our chips now in the middle, we’ve all but sealed our fate

The devil grins widely at the spoils of our parlay

Lest we save ourselves by answering the questions that await

How many more caskets overseas will this take?

How many kids will go hungry before we start thinking straight?

How many bombs must we drop before the madness stops?

How many innocent people will be killed by crooked cops?

How many policeman have to be gunned down in the streets

And how many of our cousins will die of ***

How long will live the reign of the greedy wealth elite?

How many leaders will it take for us to find our feet -

Or will we just lie down with open eyes and watch the whole world sleep?

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Nov 22, 2010
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