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I call these times of bliss time we spent together and never missed always early and never late eaten soul food cleaning the plate when there was no stronger word than hate and it was wrong to harbor malice in the heart didn't do certain things because we knew better though things didn't get much better waisting time waiting for times to get better than they were before now thinking to the self was it better before what was once stitched together now is torn and the love once had is no more if we want peace we want no war if we want war we want no peace but logically it can't be one without the other the two go together like sister and brother father and mother aunt and uncle explain irony in the beginning was war and it is sure to be war in the end lust and greed over another man's spoils and wares pulling and tugging until the fabric tears rape beaten and taken by force thinking it's the future because we're not moving by horse but the future an illusion like tomorrow never comes if this is the future how come we still in the past putting on the mask because we believe the world has leprosy we don't speak on pause on mute still cry "I free don't shoot" but still not listened to but go out and break some glass you'll hear "throw another brick and it will be your last" beaten against a wall like it's gone fall I call these times memorial times burial times no longer merry old times as if merry old time ever was we say we Kings and Queens but admit we don't own a damn thing in this God forsaken country so where I kingdom at how come we don't know where we come from or even where we been just asking are you listening honestly let's not complain but be convern look back at it from birth to now what has change since we left the birth canal some believe we from the Nile but those who jumped ship drowned our side their side and the truth why bother picking sides choose the ones you love and stand by their side go inside shut the door behind you the enemies outside in a box don't look inside might not like what you find we ain't never been lost we always been home but home ain't been sweet so we bitterly roam I got a brother he has a nose like a Jew my mother does too she never knew her father so I might be some Jew too who the hell knows how deep that well goes when having good times time moves fast when in pain time moves slow how does time know time picks up the phone it's change on the line time picks up speed and starts flying but when time hears someone screaming in agony time slows down like a fatal heart beat times no one's friend everyone at the end knows the light at the end of the tunnel is the you coming out every stars in a cage locked in behind a gate being taunted by the gatekeeper the last flowers a late bloomer don't be a late sleeper this only a mission a man made decision based on set condition it would be wise to go back and pay attention but don't stay too long do not pick the phone know your tone it's not our call if patience is a virtue being still won't hurt you it's time prepare for curfew
