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A lion, born in a western world caged and tamed to follow a system History of its ancestry runs deep in its veins Pain drained and forgotten, for aspiring to fame to escape from the bottom got caught in the game And the path to fame was floppin’ Started shottin’, plottin’ schemes for currency To fulfil its dreams of living free But obstacles arise, disguised as necessities time consuming tasks that mask the truth Bill bills money power No time to stop sinking deeper every hour Bills bills money power No time to stop ..And appreciate nature, flowers, Bills bills money power Bills bills money power, power, Power is suttin they’ll never have cause powers that be, mediate a mentality that’s blind and cant see Busy concentrating, contemplating 'bout money when energy should be spent on education, cause knowledge is power, And power is creation Innovation of new and, wonderful things, And, some do wonderful things But this lion, inside is crying Was hard as iron, but finds he’s dying, Spending time on petty crimes, Chooses to sit at the back of the bus, And cuss his friend with the word ****** Talkin’ bout gun trigger, For fun I figure its dumb, But makes sense, When he’s watching 50 Cent talk nonsense.
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Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
Lion
A lion, born in a western world caged and tamed to follow a system History of its ancestry runs deep in its veins Pain drained and forgotten, for aspiring to fame to escape from the bottom got caught in the game And the path to fame was floppin’ Started shottin’, plottin’ schemes for currency To fulfil its dreams of living free But obstacles arise, disguised as necessities time consuming tasks that mask the truth Bill bills money power No time to stop sinking deeper every hour Bills bills money power No time to stop ..And appreciate nature, flowers, Bills bills money power Bills bills money power, power, Power is suttin they’ll never have cause powers that be, mediate a mentality that’s blind and cant see Busy concentrating, contemplating 'bout money when energy should be spent on education, cause knowledge is power, And power is creation Innovation of new and, wonderful things, And, some do wonderful things But this lion, inside is crying Was hard as iron, but finds he’s dying, Spending time on petty crimes, Chooses to sit at the back of the bus, And cuss his friend with the word ****** Talkin’ bout gun trigger, For fun I figure its dumb, But makes sense, When he’s watching 50 Cent talk nonsense.
This peice made me a poet. 2006
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Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
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