Have you Heard this before, in your aural periphery, I downtuned my emotions to make them muggy on a beautiful day
My friend’s body was left swinging, we were taught spirituality as we drowned in herbal tea, I questioned my dignity day by day, I wrote that boy’s eulogy, but only my pen had something to say
I DONT LIKE THIS SHIT
I DONT LIKE THIS MUD
He was a good kid, i question why the best tend to spill their blood
We were in a state of desperation, be we have to agree with their Law
YOU DONT NEED THIS DISEASE
YOU DONT NEED TO SEE WHAT I SAW
PLEASE DONT GET THIS DISEASE
PLEASE DONT SEE WHAT I SAW
The Hallways smelled like the present, the future was what they made us resent
Relentless Fire, but he burst his flesh because he wanted a kiss
I HATE THIS SHITI DONT LIKE THE WAY IT LOOKS
I want to hear some music that means something to me
Far from an urban hymms, Im not a fan of melodies, jingles or Epiphanies
I escaped isolation, but this was another time
I do myself a diservice with suede rhymes positive flow laced with wind chimes
I like simple things
Im not a Man of my word
We’ve seen to much to go along with drama and beef
The children dont understand its KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL…
We forgot the ways our mothers raised us
We forgot the days, when there was difference between right and wrong
Its just been to long…
I felt like Layne Steeley was singing to me as i slept, I felt like I was losing what they taught me, the heart i wish i could’ve kept
Drugs took my friends away, Poison grabbed my closest friends
Sobriety will save me from my end
I was chained, but i have love to send, but when i look around i still hate all this shit
Everything i see, you have to respect my pain, maybe believe, what this place is doing to me
Im going to stand when im told to sit!
Why is it weak to cry for my friends floating in the sky
I cry everyday reliving the day they died
I cant think of them, I Cry when i think of where i had to begin
MY HAND GRACED THE SKY, AND I LOVE TO SHOW THEM WHERE I AM
Warmonger 