Sitting and Thinking
Many things happen when a person is just sitting and thinking,
He starts to notice the little things like smell and how he is breathing.
He experiences pain more like a child that has just began teething,
Rather than an adult, and then his mind begins seething.
What kind of world do we live in where the different are denied,
We laugh at the suffering and the government drinks the tears we’ve cried?
In a lake we drown in a civilization not built for the community,
The whole world is brainwashed but it’s obvious what they’re doin to me.
They cover up their lies with facts and manipulate till they are satisfied,
Death will only stop when every tear has cried and every person has died
Only then will we live again to continue the cycle is a world I call mine.
I won’t believe what they say because people lie same as people cheat,
They will kill over a foot of land if that means that they can rest their feet.
The only thing that oppresses the people is the people that feel feeble,
Mocking those who feel the pain and saying the murder of the future is legal.
People rejoice because they don’t hear the fire of bullets in an attack.
We shout to our gods and then we burn the people we feel inadequate,
We kill in the name of purity and the deaths are curin me,
Cuz the vision of the world keeps darkening and blurring.
I’m not alone in my feelings because through my fingers cry the blood of old,
Until I feel no more life in me, and all of my body stops cold.
We kill for survival praying for our Messiah’s arrival,
Always claiming the positive parts but never coming out of denial.
It’s been a while in life since we felt true fear and trials,
Cuz what we do we record for later and document the files.
Oversized engourged in lies sighing as they try relentless to find.
The truth we all seek in a world contaminated with the blood of generations,
Always live to grow and learn cuz no matter age you in an orientation.
The sound of a whistle shows us the cruelty in our beloved people.
Steeple after we steeple we shoot the horses that carry us,
Shovel after shovel we will continue to break those who bury us.
We break through the barriers and kill off the carriers,
Thinking we stop the pain once we kill the people who are starving us.
Keep ya ish settled and maybe you will see nirvana,
Cuz that is just a place of understanding the world through the bandana.
We emphasis manners yet rarely show the people an example,
We’re all just running with the bulls waiting to be trampled.
I don’t care if you believe who I am, just think about the words I speak,
I don’t look for fame, money, or reconition it’s knowledge that I seek.
Look for the truth though it’s buried and it may hide,
Behind any lie comes a statement with some kind of truth inside.