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"Nine-Eleven" ft. Bloomquist
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Clocks And Hours Past Ash And Rock Our Whole Grasp... Whores To Flash Backs And Pasts Of Dawns Born Black... Glance A Look At Grand Towers In Sands Of Their Hours... Stance Shook By Cowards As Fear Took A Years Power... Remember That September Back Plastered Under Attack... No Packed No Gats Instead Obscure Thunders That Crashed... People Gasp Entrapted In The Brief Hold That Attacked Our People... As Our Eisle Is Snapped On Nee Bones Of An Iraqi Hearts Evils... Hurled Graves Just Fall Unfurled In Place Of The Worlds Legs... Americas Tale Waves And Curls In Disgust Of The World Trade... The First Plane, We Pray The Worst's Taimed... As We Slave To Earth In Rebirth Of The Worst's Reign... Now Scenes Of Moment Scream And Land In Cold Stance... Debree Molds Lands And Streets As We Begin To Hold Hands... Minds Intrept In This Sign Of United Lined By Dead Men... Time Had Stepped In As I Cried Lyin' In Piles Of Nine Eleven... [[Chorus]] Sruggling To Breathe... As Moments Fall, Unfurl, Unwind It Broken... They Shatter They Break They Fade While The Mind Glistens In Focus... Fall To The Grownd Down At The Feet Of The Father... Needle To Ease, Witness To Beliefs Of The Matyr... [[Verse Two: Bloomquist]] Two towers stand tall with pride, in a city of crime and lies As tries to reply to these times, of terror, destruction and rhymes 9 dash one one is the date, a day of horrible Nfamous fame Keep faith and remain the same, for corruption will ruin the day Be ready to face the skies, as 2 planes hover on by And sounds of explosions reside,deep within the back of your mind Don't try to deny, you saw it with your own weeping eyes Onlookers despise our leader of states which they rely Living in fear, that this accident in front of them isn't a dream Video cameras rolling, babies strolling alone with a scream A rumble, a tumble of earth, the ground moves away from the dirt And towers fall down upon the shirts of the people alone, cold, and hurt Death cascades across all of new york, as leaders complain and retort But they resort to critical sorts that America's time has run short Tears bleed everywhere, across the US, and across this bold world It seams teams of everyone's dreams are gone and thier stomaches have curled This day will never be forgotten, so many innocent onlookers gone to heaven In a regret of demise and happenings, this is the story of Nine/Eleven |
i'm feelin' this piece and it actually brings back thought of my cousin who past away in the tragedy.good to see that all the ppl that died will never be forgotten.
good piece here.keep em comin'. |
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shit is deep, was definately feelin this 10/10 everything was on point...shit is serious im in the bronx shit was crazy when that day happened R.I.P. to people who died and the towers, gone but not forgotten
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