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At first, I felt a spark of love for Aisha. Now it feels like a burning flame. I’m becoming more and more attached to her. We talk about this and that, But she hasn’t told me the most important thing.
It's being unaware of what our future holds; It's the not knowing that I love. It's the way he gently glides his hand across my skin, seemingly touching my soul. It's the way the light falls into the room,
Lost in the feeling of freedom and joy, Not believing I could loose it all, But who would be so ignorant to risk and choose to fall, I'm silent while I watch them brawl, Over stupid things like hats or who's tall,
At my school I am surrounded by wealth The girls are so beautiful, great outfits, great health Their lives seem so easy and effortless, never a thing to bring them down
Days wasted, in a world full of hurt Sitting taking advantage of your right to be calm An angel cries when a shovel hits the dirt
This world's gone crazy it seems, Everyone's wrapped up in celebrity dreams, While just down the street, another child starves, No one paying attention, drowned out by the sound of the cars,
As you stare out the window of your quickly moving train car, the landscape, blurred, is ashen and bare, and the pitter-patter of rain on the thin metal roof never stops.
How am I?How am I?I'm fine I'm fighting back rageAt a broken down system I'm crying in painFor accepted ignorance I'm screaming bloodFor everyday injustice
Zombies. Shuffling in a straight line. Thirsting for the one thing. Never satisfied. Zombies. Draw fake smiles on their faces. Everyday the same. They follow the rules, they say their graces.
I walk these ghetto streets to and fro People have come but most of them go Looking around for a ray of sunlight Darkness follows me without the moonlight I have been on this decrepit road forever
Indifference blinds my generation with ignorance, it’s a lack of concern, of attention and lack of interest, for other people, for life, and for God in every sense.
knowing when to run , knowing when to fly Knowing when to look back, knowing when to question why knowing when to run , knowing when to fly knowing when to live, and knowing how to survive
Cliques are just a form of people who have heartless thoughts , & feelings that you can't bare to think of with their evil stares demon like thoughts surround me every day, the way they move like a pack of cheetahs looking for their prey to fe
ignorant they are higher they get faster they drop blowing a blunt behind the yard soon i hop they hit the grave government strives to get them up ignorant am not straight A's all year
I see through you like clear water Like an absent man's daughter Positive on the outer But deep inside you are a doubter
She lives in her world so unaware. She sees them laugh, She sees them glare. She lives in her world so unaware. She knows they talk, She hears them whisper.