Real life situations
Let's go
True Story
He had rough life, standing 6yrs old
His daddy shipped back to that Caribbean home
Deportation complicated situation
Moms on drugs
Running from her inner Satan
Yeah, it be's like that
Abandoned house two children
Mom strung on crack
While she's out
He keeps his little sister
Searching through the cupboard
Wondering what scraps to fix her
He only seven
Working the stove
'Cuz his mom prostituting
In and out home
One night a man gets O-C
Slamming him down
As he tried to help his mommy
Damn
Next day he goes to school
But when he in there
He breaking every single rule
Stranded in a room
Wit' nothing to eat
He takes him and his sister
And then hits the streets
Skin mahogany
She stood eighty-seven
Turned to me and said every day is a blessing
The sweetest joy ever present in this elder
Stood a few feet from me but I still felt her
What's kept her from being pessimistic?
Love overflowing I could see it in her spirit
Skin smooth
Wrinkles barely showin'
Peaceful soul from within
She was glowin'
Reminiscent of my grandma who passed
And in the end only memories we have
No matter good or bad they become our story
I can see her now
Giving God glory
What lies before me?
I don't really know
So I spread wings
And never lose hope
Wise words I wrote
That came from within
And so I bare it all
With the end of a pen
Scorched earth
Sun beating down
Desert each direction
An old small town
No one is around
'Cuz everyone left
When they heard war planes
Bombing them to death
Looking for a few
A needle in a haystack
Remote controlled drones
Designed to split ya' wig back
Yeah
Death and destruction
Kill or be killed
War's only function
Will it ever heal?
The pain and the misery
While political parties
Show no empathy
And no sympathy
What are we doing?
Dying over dollars
Peace lying in the ruin
In the end
What can be done?
Pain will surely end when we see we're all one
Perception is reality
We are what we believe
When we're at war
Love's the first casualty
Yeah
Life is what you make it
Yes this is true
But tell me what happens
When life tries to make you
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Real life situations
Let's go
True Story
He had rough life, standing 6yrs old
His daddy shipped back to that Caribbean home
Deportation complicated situation
Moms on drugs
Running from her inner Satan
Yeah, it be's like that
Abandoned house two children
Mom strung on crack
While she's out
He keeps his little sister
Searching through the cupboard
Wondering what scraps to fix her
He only seven
Working the stove
'Cuz his mom prostituting
In and out home
One night a man gets O-C
Slamming him down
As he tried to help his mommy
Damn
Next day he goes to school
But when he in there
He breaking every single rule
Stranded in a room
Wit' nothing to eat
He takes him and his sister
And then hits the streets
Skin mahogany
She stood eighty-seven
Turned to me and said every day is a blessing
The sweetest joy ever present in this elder
Stood a few feet from me but I still felt her
What's kept her from being pessimistic?
Love overflowing I could see it in her spirit
Skin smooth
Wrinkles barely showin'
Peaceful soul from within
She was glowin'
Reminiscent of my grandma who passed
And in the end only memories we have
No matter good or bad they become our story
I can see her now
Giving God glory
What lies before me?
I don't really know
So I spread wings
And never lose hope
Wise words I wrote
That came from within
And so I bare it all
With the end of a pen
Scorched earth
Sun beating down
Desert each direction
An old small town
No one is around
'Cuz everyone left
When they heard war planes
Bombing them to death
Looking for a few
A needle in a haystack
Remote controlled drones
Designed to split ya' wig back
Yeah
Death and destruction
Kill or be killed
War's only function
Will it ever heal?
The pain and the misery
While political parties
Show no empathy
And no sympathy
What are we doing?
Dying over dollars
Peace lying in the ruin
In the end
What can be done?
Pain will surely end when we see we're all one
Perception is reality
We are what we believe
When we're at war
Love's the first casualty
Yeah
Life is what you make it
Yes this is true
But tell me what happens
When life tries to make you
Let's go
True Story
He had rough life, standing 6yrs old
His daddy shipped back to that Caribbean home
Deportation complicated situation
Moms on drugs
Running from her inner Satan
Yeah, it be's like that
Abandoned house two children
Mom strung on crack
While she's out
He keeps his little sister
Searching through the cupboard
Wondering what scraps to fix her
He only seven
Working the stove
'Cuz his mom prostituting
In and out home
One night a man gets O-C
Slamming him down
As he tried to help his mommy
Damn
Next day he goes to school
But when he in there
He breaking every single rule
Stranded in a room
Wit' nothing to eat
He takes him and his sister
And then hits the streets
Skin mahogany
She stood eighty-seven
Turned to me and said every day is a blessing
The sweetest joy ever present in this elder
Stood a few feet from me but I still felt her
What's kept her from being pessimistic?
Love overflowing I could see it in her spirit
Skin smooth
Wrinkles barely showin'
Peaceful soul from within
She was glowin'
Reminiscent of my grandma who passed
And in the end only memories we have
No matter good or bad they become our story
I can see her now
Giving God glory
What lies before me?
I don't really know
So I spread wings
And never lose hope
Wise words I wrote
That came from within
And so I bare it all
With the end of a pen
Scorched earth
Sun beating down
Desert each direction
An old small town
No one is around
'Cuz everyone left
When they heard war planes
Bombing them to death
Looking for a few
A needle in a haystack
Remote controlled drones
Designed to split ya' wig back
Yeah
Death and destruction
Kill or be killed
War's only function
Will it ever heal?
The pain and the misery
While political parties
Show no empathy
And no sympathy
What are we doing?
Dying over dollars
Peace lying in the ruin
In the end
What can be done?
Pain will surely end when we see we're all one
Perception is reality
We are what we believe
When we're at war
Love's the first casualty
Yeah
Life is what you make it
Yes this is true
But tell me what happens
When life tries to make you
Writer: Doron Townsell
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