hopeless children raised to live in broken buildings
broke and killed in the only heaven they have to hope for meals when
the trash and the dust is a must when you life seems flushed
while your uncles tight packin', rubber wrappin for a sudden rush
after they let the needles stack in the bloodstream and nervous system
and the chemicals switch nerves and curve their wisdom
to stealin dollar bills and fightin through storms and lightin' to be bitin' pills
and the titans feel as if this grop of life is a disease infestin the horizon
no confronts the crisis, the view in you pupils crushes you whole eyes in
weak in defeat, we fall with more knocknouts than mike tyson
like we had a chance to live,but man just ripped out our only license

Hook x2
Children cryin, whole cities dyin
but look down and keep denyin
maybe fightin without all the lyin
we might leap out, bring the lion
and give us a new design for life

verse 2
Hand me the microphone and watch me shine your home
cause we breakin in pieces more smaller than styrofoam
never rise alone, bring the eyes of those and make they lives a throne
and define to those who despice our own, if one day we're wise and grown
i'll depict a path for my deciples with rifles and snipe those with hollows
and forget the past, cause today's yesterday, so live in tommorow
cause picture two kids, if trash's their grase and livin'
and they never knew their parents cause they either dead or missin
cause it's a baren wasteland, stare and gaze at the bare and naked
and we fall and destroy the world, so we sit and twirl and leave it wasted

Hook x2
Children cryin, whole cities dyin
but look down and keep denyin
maybe fightin without all the lyin
we might leap out, bring the lion
and give us a new design for life

Gunshot don't spare the wasted, once released, they rip air in aprons
bullets flow through acres and feed those who have fairly tasted
the light and freedom of living on earth, spun in a curse
swallowin broken bottles in their throats to disperse
a reflection of light so sun shine can finally reach over the turf
and rebound us back in the good and finally vanish the worse
clam in the first, of those who placed us in a casket and cut us loose
to let us fall fall six feet in the masses, ingored and crushed the news
cause we infected with erected bodies of the diseased, courpses and more
and new bodies flow in the door at the main corridors of the morgue
but can someone tell me what would make it possible for us to incline
pull the switch and bounce this life up to plan for a new design

http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=199602

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uppin'....feed?

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uppin' this...damn can i get some feed

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peep this (http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=201035)

Information best sent from the essence of reality the theory
Of evolution but hell I didn’t come from a monkey that’s leery
So the mean ape seem to escape when I’m pissed off a mystery
Loose my mind and produce design in the form of American history
Facts seem to blaze like acts in stage plays so like Shakespeare
Keep fakes in fear like Romeo and Juliet I try be great here

thanks for the feed back and for that comment Clorox....uppin' this....

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