Green America,
Oh how we love you...
I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
Who are we all
With all the needs in the world...
Do you know what it's like,
To wake and not know who you are...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
With your hand
reach out and...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
They tried to explain,
As they tried to keep us tame...
And the things i done still make me ashamed,
and now i look at my little sister and nearly cry...
He... standing by the corner,, deranged in red...
she... staring at the stars,, frozen in death's...
The memories that haunt me are those of my own...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...