I keep on writen it’s like fightin
to stay afloat in the deep sea
without a boat or a paddle
I’m soldier in a battle
always at war, like Nam
half the time it slips my mind
what am fighting for?
entered this world brokenhearted
it was already on fire
I didn’t start it
caught up in the mix
trying to get a fix
government politics
tricked by tricky logits
did I just, no I jest
that blind biach is just justice
she can’t see unfair treatment
done to weak men
by the elite men
unnecessary violence
play the cello no violins
this is a moment of silence
the devils in the floor furnace
if we fall in he’s gone burn us
water didn’t kill us all
flames won’t scare us all
think big not small
we are giants, rulers, lions
precious gold, acres of diamonds, and oil fields
that’s how come they are still drilling holes in us
blood flows from the chosen us
like ink spills from my pen in God I trust
there’s gold in the stream
na mean?