fightback
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Humanity is known for being tired
and nobody wants to be hired
people just don't want to work
with all of todays conflicts and trials
everyones minds are just full of denials
with all that we have learnt
Craig is a hurricane. He is a pernicious storm delivering nothing but havoc and destruction. This bipolar alcoholic is more destructive than most hurricanes the world has seen. He rips your emotions apart as a storm would do to a home.
We sang and we danced, laughed and played
But that was back then in the good ole days
Back when we were free
And had no reason to flee
The nights we would all gather around the blazing fire
No justice, no peace.
No justice
for the deceased.
The system continues to cheat
Latinos and Blacks.
It’s just like back
in the 50s.
The only difference,
you’re sitting with me.
He never said the word
He didn’t have to
He sold blue eyed dreams down a nappy head highway
And preached blonde haired sermons to charcoal smiles
They say that African history is a mystery In schools they teach little boys and girls about Conrad but not the misery that Leopold and Stanley so gladly put my people through. They show young children
The shaking of a hand
The shortness of breath
The good days and the bad
Not knowing what is coming next
Will I have an attack today?
What stops us from going after our dreams, desires, and hopes?
Is it the fear of disapproval, judgment, or fearing that you yourself are wrong?
Why is it that we live our lives in fear?
