Green America,
Oh how we love you...
Everyone is different,
there is no wrong or right...
I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
Everyone wears a mask, all the time and in front...
There are hundreds of masks to choose from...
This is not my voice
I'm being spoken for once again...
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...
Why be a gangsta, maybe because
they want a reputation...
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...