a little rusty, just a quick key. .

the Third world. the hunger. suffering. the pain.
the death. lost relatives. alone. with no change.
tears of hate. mind enslaved. our stolen youth.
its Spoken News to the ears of Broken Truth.
hopes and views shattered. ego bruised, i Swallow and sit,
looking to the sky, palms pressed, praying tomnmorows it.
but realitys hollow jist, lends its hand to speechless guides,
and with a new Lease on Life i start to Reach to the Light.
Those that feel the vibe, the real inside, are the next in line
the future artists, the future writers, w. impressive rhymes
Our time is coming, thus: seraphes moronic errord vision
without september eleventh... w/o this war on terrorism,
the law has risen, to serve and protect, and that`s given. .
but who's gonna protect me, from this world im living in?