Disaster strikes and masters rake hot coals against my back neck masters of *** say what's best attackers test the minds of everyone that wasn't attacked, but heard about it from the news, or a friend, or something like that I claim that it's Wack, but I cower though because I empathize with the twisted ones They run with guns and come from rundown households but they hold the key to the future and if we don't help the more than few that are lost, then we are lost it costs our humanity when we walk past the insanity and sleep in our comfy beds. our heads feel clear beneath our solid venires. I peer through the eyes of these lies and the sadness is that I see the real happiness