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I lived a life of silence, victim of violence. I sleep with open eyelids,I still feel the pain poverty It's not because society,got they eye on me. All that is not my reality,because I have my dignity I feel peace is a fantasy, bigbrother got a plan for me. If you think war is fighting with the dudes on the corner. you aint Godcore .
If nothing sacred ,why do we still have hatred. Even though we are all born naked. Why ask why when we all must die. I'll tell you why. The bodys a casket where the soul is kept. at the end its the only thing leftTo me the soul is everlasting. All that iIask is that my story gets told. My story is life was my wife. Our children our sacrafice. Children of my children reaped the rewards. But before I could see my grandchildrens joy. I was divorced and quicker than you can blink I was dead. After my death no tears were shed.not because my kids were feed. not even because my wifes demands were met. But could it be my mistress was the truth And in any ones memory I had no enemy's. My birth my only victory . To know god my only responsability. thats why no man could kill me.And if you believe then he will protect you. Then you will teach someone this is not the way the west was won.To seek the truth is not to look to the sun ,but to search from within. Then from there you will begin live. you will have no need to imagine because the rest of your life you will live to your satisfaction this vision is shared by men of various religion,even by men in prison. Some may call it superstiton. they be wondering why I be grinin. not worried about sinnin. I'am fighting a war and the good winning,the evil is being extinct.So tell me what you think. |
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