STILL BURNIN
I see the paper still writing,
Blowing gas and flames
Gas filling the lungs of little ones
Things aint changed
Still no response
And no communication
Plenty of segregation
Hate and separation
Low evaluation
False expectation
No negotiation
Deep devastation
Anger and confusion
So wats to do now
Where do we go from here?
I’m getting so tired of making myself clear
Only cry for help
U close ur eyes cuz u don’t care
U talk about terror
Madness is what you demonstrate
U will only hit once
U can’t imagine how many times we picked up
Dead sisters, Dead brothers
Every second, Every minute and Every night
U oppress, we the oppressed
U get more, we get less
More stress
Bullets r burning flesh
No rest, No glory, No heroes
Victimized bodies berried alive
My tears fall
From them I cry
For them I die
U freakin killers can’t deny
Madness is wat u demonstrate
Then u come to me asking about the truth
U can’t handle the truth
Cuz then u have to go by urs
And step into my shoes
Now u might not survive
But that’s ur own rules
The ones u break
With the life’s u take
U forgot to reflect
Now ur paying urself by death
Nations droppin bombs
With on goin sufferin as the youth die young
A war is goin on but the reason is undercover
The truth is kept secret
This is the reason why sometimes im feeling under
That’s the reason why sometimes im feelin down
No wonder why sometimes people r feelin over
Sumthings wrong with this one big big world
I see the paper still writing,
Blowing gas and flames
Gas filling the lungs of little ones
Things aint changed
Still no response
And no communication
Plenty of segregation
Hate and separation
Low evaluation
False expectation
No negotiation
Deep devastation
Anger and confusion
So wats to do now
Where do we go from here?
I’m getting so tired of making myself clear
Only cry for help
U close ur eyes cuz u don’t care
U talk about terror
Madness is what you demonstrate
U will only hit once
U can’t imagine how many times we picked up
Dead sisters, Dead brothers
Every second, Every minute and Every night
U oppress, we the oppressed
U get more, we get less
More stress
Bullets r burning flesh
No rest, No glory, No heroes
Victimized bodies berried alive
My tears fall
From them I cry
For them I die
U freakin killers can’t deny
Madness is wat u demonstrate
Then u come to me asking about the truth
U can’t handle the truth
Cuz then u have to go by urs
And step into my shoes
Now u might not survive
But that’s ur own rules
The ones u break
With the life’s u take
U forgot to reflect
Now ur paying urself by death
Nations droppin bombs
With on goin sufferin as the youth die young
A war is goin on but the reason is undercover
The truth is kept secret
This is the reason why sometimes im feeling under
That’s the reason why sometimes im feelin down
No wonder why sometimes people r feelin over
Sumthings wrong with this one big big world
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