The son of my mother seems not to talk to me.
I treat him like a best friend while he treats me as his enemy
Hopefully some day he’ll see I want the best for him
And I hope that one day he and I will make a better team.
My respect goes out to those who respects their family.
Only in such  a respect can people give birth to royalty.

I think I hear the sound of rain again,
I think the storm will come and wash the pain,
Do you hear the devil call my name in vain?
He tried to live inside of me and my soul to gain
Where do I go from here?
Why does this remind me of desperate times?
Why don’t the people read between the lines?
Do you see drama but don’t see the signs?
The degradation and the steep decline?
Where do we go from here?
We live in crowds but live lonely lives,
Desperate daughters becoming broken wives,
The lies cut deeper than the split from butchers knives
False Memories stored in the dark archives
What do we want to hear?
IS it freedom is it fear?
Is it bravery when we don’t dare?
Is it boldness when we care?
Is it falsehood that we all wear?
Tell the devil I saw him in a man’s heart
Tell him reveal yourself while I play my part.
Tell the angels to tell me, where should I start?
Relay my Sos message to push the restart.
What do you think we fear?
There is no hand shake there are no friends,
We are all enemies plunging to the end,
We **** our neighbours children and still pretend
To love the children in the mines whose backs they bend
Where comes the diamonds you wear?
Yes, give it all away and come with me,
No you hate me so suddenly,
Giving all to the poor is what we call bravery,
No, now you hate me and call me enemy.
Who causes the others’ tears?
The chains around the neck of my ancestors brought them here,
The chains in my pocket has brought me here,
We both share the same tears.
And are separated from our loved ones here
The double standards in the wisdom of the greats
Create convincing books (hooks) and you are the bait
Men without honour, soul or faith
If you really doubt me ask the Gates.
The vaccinated African children can relate.
He is their knight in shinny armour,
He’s not the reason for the Capitol clamour,
He seems to be a man of valour
He is confused with nothing to stand for,
Just like others he’s rotten in his core,
Do you hear the sound of rain or should we ring the bell?
Do we eat, dance and drink and be the stories the future will tell?
The barbarism, bias, hatred, the universes’ cancerous cell
The religious and the atheist will all be put in one hell.
Their philanthropy is a two-edged sword
Right hand shake and the left to shade your blood
Materialism is their preachers’ god,
Be patient they say and wait upon the Lord;
Fight to the end or do not fight at all,
Be quiet and listen for the master’s call.
Your master or whose master’s call?
The luxury we enjoy causes another man’s pain
Men in suit and those in jeans are the same
lawmakers they are, so they claim
United Nations uniting in vain.
Yes abundant rain comes our way
No Noah’s ark cause we all must pay.

We write of the past and eternity,
We bridge the gap between gods and man,
We set the pace for the successful,
We work in ways almost impossible to decern;

Where is the love of my life?
Why is she hurting deeply?
Who has attacked her with bitterness and strife?
Who is it that will not let her be?

"We came eating and drinking,
You called us gluttons", he said;
"We also came fasting,
You said we have demons",he said

If only the joy of life could reside in your heart,
If only you could forget the pains of tomorrow,
If only your eyes are opened wide to see,
If only you can see that your words hurt more than an arrow;

We saw the light and brought it to you,
We broke the boundaries of time and space,
We lead the way for both man and spirits,
Yeah, We built pyramids to commune with outer space;

Love is everything but you make light of it,
Your voice is all i desire for my hurting heart to heal,
Your assurance of hope my spirit long desires;
A soft touch of comfort not a hand of steel;

We bring the angels to guide the departed,
We wipe the blood from their bullet wounds,
We give peace to those you have abused,
Yeah, we do so as your mortar resounds;

"I will not die today, in her last breath, she says
There lay she in her lovers arms,
I am coming with you, he says bleeding too,
I'll forever wish that i saved you from harm;

The angels stand and watch wearily,
What more can they do for you?
They have ministered unfailingly,
Endlessly watering i and you.

You can not be lonely where you go,
We shall walk on the streets of paradise,
Away from these bullets and guns,
To a place colored by the beauty in your eyes.

if only the world was as beautiful as the sound of these music,
oh, how peaceful we would be- just how lovely,
if only the expression of heart break in songs makes the pain easier,
singers won't take their own life- yes they'll become happy;

do they sing those words, screaming for help, for help from us?
all we do is dance, reminisce, criticize and fantasize for the satisfaction of our souls;
many have come, many have gone, their carcasses lying in graves,
yeah, some fans cry while others criticize as if mockery is their only goal;

if i was your lover, would you have died on me?
if i was your friend, could i have been of help?
maybe yes, maybe not or maybe you'll still think that dying would set you free;
or maybe yes, maybe not, maybe i would inspire you to make one more living step;

if only love could be as true as the love songs we hear,
we would be watching the sunset with the type of lovers we always desired;
if only, yes if only we had one more chance to make it right,
maybe we would go back to that high school boy or girl whose sincere love we defiled;

i wish that the world is as beautiful as these songs i hear,
i wish that we could all be happy and that our race wouldn't matter;
will there be a day when we will make living less complicated for one another?
so that in the end, when these songs play, our troubles would truly be over.

I'm supposed to be home,
And not to feel alone,
But the pain that i feel,
Makes my spirit still;

There is a reason to cry,
But no reason to die,
My heart has grown cold,
But my love is not old;

As a quiet reply,
Is my many sighs,
No more trust in me,
Except the trust for me,

I will stay home,
Even if i am alone,
Because with you my baby,
Has always been home to me.

illuminate the path of your life,
illuminate your soul,
illuminate the world in which you live,
let illumination be your goal;

set your eyes to the sun,
and become a star,
a lion should bear a lion son,
the kind that roars;

live a thousand lives,
earn a thousand more each day,
break the boundaries of time,
do so without delay;

learn the knowledge of the old,
grasp the wisdom for tomorrow,
you will rule and conquer all,
and save thine self from sorrow;

hidden treasures can be unearthed,
secrets will not be hidden from you,
be true to the master of light,
who sets an abode within you;

so rise and run quickly,
there is a sound of abundant rain,
lay hold of every opportunity,
that illuminates and sustains.

when we go back in time,
will we find something that is familiar?
will we find a sign?
will we find moments that we can remember?

when our hope is lost,
will we find a way to make it work?
will we care how much it costs?
if we try maybe we'll find our luck.

we will see what others can't see,
just remember,
we can also be what others can't be,
and still be who we are.

Above the clouds the ocean flows,
where it goes no one knows,
Angels descending on cavalries,
souls ascending to the heavenlies;

"Away from us" the sinners cry,
"sing to us a lullaby",
"away with the counsel from the throne",
"we will live our lives on our own";

visit not the old cemetery,
the living has left such territory,
He now rides an elegant horse,
the earth trembles at his voice;

The broad way has led men to a place,
Of pain, rejection and disgrace,
the narrow way has paid after all,
happy are they who answered the masters call.