I was young.

[Acehilm]

I was young; I was the surviving the times

Waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine

Now look back in grief, dread and sorrow

As the paintings of the past paint tomorrow

Softly, I caressed my soul and let myself cry

Powerless, restrained; unable to ask why,

Why so many violence, why so much hunger?

The hungers in the clip, the fear is in the thunder

And it echoes throughout, a world of hollow

On the outside, fulfilled, inside, nothing left to borrow

Overdue payments, to what humans have rented

A dash of purity, the rest will never be mended

Forever torn, something beyond restoring

If we continue this civil war, the tear will keep on drawing

Missouri Ferguson, Maryland Baltimore

Everyone’s out to win, but no one will win this war

Fight, as you will, keep on being the victim

Both sides asking sympathy, but no one else is listening

They’re just dousing the fire, of hatred and separation

This is the 21^st century, why is it this sh*t we’re facing?

We used slaves to build the lands, plains and people

Now they’re slaves of their mind, weak and feeble

We the people need to get our hands out our pockets

And feed the people; administer the needle

Not the flu shot, but the truth behind the bald headed eagle .

 

Edited May 10, 2015 by Coat.