Straight out of school
Hopes and dreams intact...
My future looks dark,
No light at the end of the tunnel...
This message goes out
to the slums and the ghettos...
Sty sty honesty sty hones-sty
does not work always don't know why...
Oh my God he has got a gun
Come on everybody we gotta run...
I could write about a woman lost
within the woods, whose hands...
My red freedom, you've a door
Knocked on by each blood stained hand...
Me molesta ver que seas
Algo que pense que no eras...
Staring within mirrors all day;
basking in life reflectively...
I screamed 'till I had no voice
I cried 'till I had no tears...
I wrote this about the 2011 riots in England
The drums start beating...
Remind me of your summer gallop, Elk,
Jeering in the nick of time...