You must know I like my country,
Life here is simple...
The rusty barrel sits in the alley way
orange that glows from inside it...
Laying in the halls
how I'm a bloody mess...
I’m tired of the calling
Of different names...
Looks can be deceiving,
The poison of a plant...
So many people are hiding,
Hiding behind a mask of lies...
Their hair is always perfect
their clothes always match...
What did I do to deserve this?
This hurt this pain...
People think prison or death
Are the best punishments...
This Man In Black
As I sit in these pews, I look up in awe...
My Tickets are booked,
My Insurance is paid...
A nation divided, people united, into parties whom...
Children are dying, women are crying and fighting...