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
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
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
