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Black Flame... The ReturnI have watched and I have waited patiently for this world to govern their actions
I have watched from a distance always aware of what has happened
I have turned the other cheek
and listened when our great Mayor stopped to speak
He spoke of crimes comitted and how things will certainly change
for this great city
He spoke of our Law enforcement and how their going to apprehend
the animals that commit the killings
He begged the fine people to hang on and just be a little more patient
And yet I have seen more people hurt and heard of fewer lives saved
He told everyone that our great streets shall soon be repaved
and how if the neighborhoods stuck together it wasn't too late
They asked you to volunteer information on the criminals you knew
and in return for their whereabouts...you'd be granted amnesty
So that when these thugs finally posted bail they can return to the streets
just to kill.. your family
You see they can say what they want,but there's just not enough
Nowhere close to enough c
Reaching OutOnce I was drowning
and a man said "Take my hand."
he drew me from the depths of despare
by just showing that he cared
just by reaching out
I realised what this world was about
I came to a quick understanding
of all the things I took for granted
like waking up each day
or perhaps just finding time to say...
Thanks for being there when I needed you most
and thanks for not pushing me away...just drawing me closer
Broken HomeSad I am
Sad because of my comitment
Sad I am
tired and disguisted of this predictment
and all I have left is lent
all my ties are finally spent
since this marriage all my wants denied
tonight now all my flaws were underlined
for this world to see
what you think is wrong with me
so here I stand exposed
so you may see my failures up close
and somehow I still luv this chick
someone please tell me- whats up with this luv shit
sometimes I wonder how you call this a relationship
when my heart keeps telling me to call it quits
but am I so afraid of just being alone
that I will continue to live in this broken home
D.L.It's strange how everyone want's to be a thug
when the real thugs don't want to be a thug
this is nothing to joke about
when one has to live without
I simply can't comprehend
how someone crooked intends to win
living each day somewhat afraid
of all the people you've cheated or the enemies you've made
Man don't you know it's better to forgive
because sooner or later somethings got to give
It's strange how everyone's afraid
of all of these teenage killers we've made
remember that neighborhood child that's unwanted
that's the same kid now with the warrants
for his arrest on sight
you know the same kid left alone at night
don't you remmeber he's the one that got shot
while standing on the corner slinging rocks
and you may believe or you may not
but now he's the player that's running the block
the same man pimpin all the hoes
the same predator your daughter can't tell no
when simply all it took was a kind word
to stop this child from growing into a ...Drug Lord
It's OfficialIt's Official in this new world
I can't survive or thrive
I'm some kind of fossil
living in this plain of obsticles
you see they draw your attention
whiler our honest anchors keep you in suspense
once again gas prices rob you blind
and Big Buisness tells you your losing your mind
but we all know somethings wrong
our peers convince you to just go along
but sometimes you can't make out heads or tails
and your tired of the bullshit their saling
but of course our media tells you nothings wrong
that the times getting better,were living longer...life goes on
of course the public must live the lies
while your consious tells you this just ain't right
When I was youngWhen I was young there wasn't anything I couldn't do
there were no restrictions,I didn't know I could lose
when I was small I thought I could do it all
I was willing to take any chance, I was willing to take the fall
if all I had to do was seek and strive
I'd have done much better than just staying alive
in this world of such little hope
that I would learn later tells dreamers...no
No you can't be a man without both parents
No you can't grow up in the ghetto and have character
nomatter how educated you still don't have a chance
and nomatter how hard you try you just can't
you see your young mind just doesnt understand
that a negative world doesn't give a damn
about your wants and dreams
or the ecoes of your childish screams
because everytime you think your winning or gaining ground
there will be someone in your vicinity to keep you down
if you let it there will always be something to make you miserable
so try to follow your dreams and ignore this crazy world
CancerI remember the time that you touched the stars
Stark white, skin-tight; they hit you too hard
With a splintered cry, falling from sulfurous Mars
And the Fates ran screaming back into the dark
I remember the sound
The thrum and the pound
I remember the morning you woke in blood
When the lies in your eyes were unbearably rough
And the marks of the hypocrite far from enough
'Til you wept as Moses e'er fires and flood
I remember your song
You thought you were strong
I remember much further than Man ever dreams
You forced out your flesh, and I wept at the screams
The soul and the sorrow to memory clings
A light in the night, like Insanity, beams
I'll remember your cry
'Til the day I, too, die
Go Sing the Night to SleepWhy do you wear a heavy brow
And keep your eyes upon the ground
While wishing rain would come fall down
Go sing the night to sleep
Can't rest, you say, too much to think
Though as you ponder, eyelids sink
Your mind is slipping to the brink
The clouds roll in, gray-blue
I've lost it all, you whisper last
I lost it all, I lost it fast
Theres nothing in the net I cast
Slipping stars, a cover of dew
Rain can't wash away your grief
But can it bring you some relief?
Rinse away your false belief
The night sings through the rain.
It beats your back, bleeds through your shirt
It finds the wounds that ache and hurt
Rinse out the blood, the puss, the dirt
Moon hid to not get wet
Now rest your eyes, and go to sleep
There's nothing left for you to keep
Inside, no point for you to weep
Rain dances come the night.
cursethe glass's sand, to our chagrin,
spills fast away and ne'er again
will life subsist as it has been;
may you live in, may you live in...
we're forced to watch forces align,
to our communal world malign
and lay to waste our plans contrived;
int'resting times, int'resting times...
UndecidedPandora's box of love's young dream;
Hopeless hearts preserved, pristine;
Airtight nightmares, crystal-clean;
That fall or fly or wait unseen.
In our dreams, we make excuses;
Hopeless hearts with hopeless ruses;
Ballpoint hearts around our muses;
Not to know is what she chooses.
Waiting boxes stand to blame;
She'll never ask, for fear of shame;
To choose one path would end this game
And stake her life on chance's name.
Three words to him she'll never say;
While she can dream, it's all okay.
Preserve a dream for one more day;
Now turn your feet
And walk away.
Express YourselfAn opinion is not a fact,
It’s a way of expressing what you believe,
Some people just overreact,
And they do nothing else, but deceive.
You either concur or deviate,
People’s beliefs deserve a lot of respect,
Everyone has a right to differentiate,
It doesn’t necessarily mean they are correct.
A person’s view could be knowledgeable,
Just appreciate what someone has to state,
An opinion doesn’t have to turn into a debate,
It’s a shame when people are intolerable.
I wish the world could be a better place,
For the entire human race,
A place where we can care,
A place where everyone is fair.
Now before you go on and criticise,
An opinion is not a fact,
It’s a way of expressing what you believe.
StoriesWhen you walk by
and see someone,
do you ever wonder
about the story behind that person?
What put them on the road
to where they are now in life?
How did they gain their fame and glory
or why are they filled with pain and strife?
That homeless man
lying there in the street
may have at one point
served in our naval fleet.
When he came home,
his wife had divorced him
and that is the very thing
that completely destroyed him.
Then there's that secretary
who's flirty boss is her pet peeve,
and you may wonder
why she doesn't just leave.
Her family is poor.
They need the money.
So she is stuck with that job
and her boss's promiscuity.
Of course there's that boy
who sat in the corner
and the girl who spoke to him
despite what they told her.
Many years later,
they are happily married
and have two kids
named Robert and Sherry.
Every person you see
has a story to tell
about how they reached heaven
or how they're damned to hell.
So the next time someone
talks about their life,
Meaning to SayYou know there's been something I've been meaning to say
but somehow I always find a way to simply persuade
myself from talking about this
but today you know I just can't resist
Iwant to explain the best way I can
that though we're different I still understand
your goals may not be my goals
the path you take may not lead down my road
the things you may choose
might be to me a little confusing
but that's no reason for me to get angry
because two of a kind never remains
so I guess opposites do attract
from now on I intend to make this affair last
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