A bunch of lost and confused souls
but I’m not to judge them though
Killers who are drug dealers
and pistol concealers
People who’ve been enslaved
to cave
and give all that they gave
to believe they are saved
A bunch of followers of followers
all fallen flowers
A bunch of chosen leaders
for their purpose not the peoples’
lead into destruction
under the ole massa’s instruction
So much pain
not enough rain
Children losing their lives
due to misguides
from parents who believes in the lies
but always cries
for every soul that dies
and to wonder why
the tissue never stays dry
An innocent child turned guilty
for reasons of living filthy
and examples from someone silly
The world around me is so sad
to wonder why I stay mad
yet I hold fast
because I know it is another side
besides the survival of the lie
it is dying now
as every soul gets found
As the sun shines
I know it will be fine
But if it don’t soon
We will always see an empty sky and half moon
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