Ok Here's Mine... It Was VERY Last Minute. Props To Thrust... You Have An Ill Peice Man... I Couldnt Let Something Like That Go To Waste. So Here Is Mine.

A fist full of answers, is going to leave the questions at hand
You can be supplied the knowledge, but you need the demand
To take Command, to desire to understnad
What the questions are really asking, helping your mind expand
Into the land, where the questions originally came from
The names crumble under the sun, and then your brains numb
Untill the rains come, and wash away your understanding
You curse at the heavens, why are the questions so demanding
Why is sacrifice so outstanding, when you have nothing to lose
A fist straightened up your views, but you still end up confused
And now theres now excuse, there is no self-justification
The fist could fix the world, if not for misinterpretation
But determination, of dreams from imaginations
Will never bring the world to peace, because discrimination
Has blessed our nation, and were too ingorant to face it
So we replace it, with fake answers that just re-trace it