VICTIM
a word that I've known to well.
Some may say it's a role that ppl play
But to ppl like me, it's a mindset...
A character that develops in the dark.

Far too long I accepted that I always been a victim.
Victim of racial stereotypes.
Victim of being average.
Victim of my own fears.

But aye that **** gets tiring after a while. Playing the victim gets me no where.
So let me set the record straight.
Ppl will hear my voice
Feel my words
No longer will I surcome to others wishes that will keep me at bay.
I do things for myself and the ones who ride with me.
So u may not fear me or like me, but you will respect a person that had enough!

some of us live for our families
others live to be above their enemies,
freedom means we are kept to make our own decisions
the battle to live is still in question,
so i ask, what do we live for?

Could it be because we'd rather appreciate our god given rights
or to try to survive each and everyday and win fights
smile while you can, and push through today,
and worry about the future later
who will come down and take the role as our saviour?
the battle to win is still in question,
so i ask, what do we live for?

Is it the religous beliefs we are taught to abide by
or to keep our children giggling so they forget to cry
either way, the bliss is found amongst the above situation
will we all sustain a level of understanding and compassion
is it in belief or kindess,
we are all here for each other to eliminate loneliness
so the battle to win is still in question,
so i ask, what do we live for?

It might take a century for us to pick up the sword
its not something that needs to be kept on a score board,
is it the pain we all surcome to
i'm thinking its the mistakes we dont learn from that is true
so could it be that we are all modified to lack and forsee
or are we stored to never recognize that we need to be
i think its us to think and set our minds free
so the final war is still in question,
so i humbly ask, what do we live for?

who and what do we live for? To answer that question, is like looking through an everlasting bottom of a well...

How hard could life get?
I Wonder as I sit here suffering
My pain seems so great
Too much for one person to bare alone
If I desire I could surcome
To this massive weight
And give in
But something inside me
Keeps me fighting
That I might win

2:22
What the hell am I to do
I cannot sleep
I cannot wake
I channel an inner scream
How much more can I take?
Close my eyes once more
Did I surcome to peaceful slumber?
I lay in my pit and wonder
No not at all, this is becoming a chore
I look over at my clock, it reads
2:24