The salty sweat from their brown skin that...
Their calloused hands are now damaged beyond...
Little metal helpers
Scraping my white skin...
I shed tears for all that has
been lost...
It's eleven 'o five as I depart,
an ordinary Saturday at a seemingly...
I cover myself in darkness
Pulling me back...
I dedicate this prayer to those with no voice,
whom live within violence...
This river reeks of shameful impurities -
stretching; contorting snake strangles land...
Stealing your words
Claiming your thoughts as his own...
Coca-cola, made of man
drink it fast, buy it now...
Driving in my car
Music blaring, head banging...
Wet, ice cold, sweating profusely
my pals subjected to the same fate...
Is it just my imagination or are we all...
Had the world in our hands, traded and down...