The splendor of the might and magic
The pain that always makes life so tragic.
Dealing with the masses flooded in panic
over what your color is and if your Hispanic..
No more subtle clues to guide
only the true intentions to hide..
No more listening to the voices
or picking from pre selected choices..
No life among the cattle of strife..
So just let me go on with my life...
Let me be the person I choose
for if I'm true, I can never lose..
Let me be who I really dream
instead of me wanting to just scream.
The click of the locked morals and heartbreak
where you come to find that their all just fake.
No realism in the spectrum of rational thought
No realizing to the life in which they fought...
No listening to the morals in the books..
No looking out for the broken hearted crooks..
Positive vibes are what you feel in heaven
So buckle up and let the clock spin to eleven.
Let the seconds tick away into the eternity of the lost
Let the coins fall away to not even know the cost..

09/11/2003

Posted on 09/11/2003
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