Third World Poetry
"Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of men?"* unsure
Universe collide, suicide thoughts survive
Revival of the fittest, survival of the shittiest
Giving this species another taste of the species
Pieces of the puzzle demand the sunshine
Plus seasons change and leaves a passion in landmine
If mankind reaches for any signs of peace
Given what they got the living truth release yo
Pitching in the pot collecting for the deceased now
See them overseas see them go into war
See they got their reasons see them dying for
Their own personal freedom you got yours
It's a crying shame, it's a crying game
It's a no-win situation and everyone's a loser
While we wait here patiently given bruises and bullets
I'm ready to pull the plug fix this nation here
Fix this facial expression God is what you're here for
The next killer to penetrate
Innocents are proven guilty
Yet we kill these children of the world
Turning the children of war
Life based on the movie that's rated R
So we got to kill these kids
So their wings doesn't soar*
"Make fall"*
Throats kicked and cut skulls penetrated daily
You almost given up on this life haven't yous
Haven't yall bother right side to make humanity right*
I took my family your flat at night without a light
The best way to keep alive, it ain't no curfew no five
Always saw about to flood alive*
The gat that's carrying survival*
We keep on shedding tears for the families that didn't make it
But now it's time to move on
Cuz when it's on to the crickets all you can't sleep
Every second danger creeps around your peeps
Sleep the wife and kids at the village while I'm out
Early in the morning with my cousins
Forward we to handle worldwide beef
Only twenty one year that half what I believe*
Knowing that there will be no peace
So fuck the world cuz the world don't give a fuck
Young kids grouping up fast holding it up strapped where they came*
Widows picking up their automatic taking their husbands place
Winning these battles means women side of control for the time we exist
Living harsh in this third world paradise just to be precise
I've seen the truth, extermination of the youth
Bodies *here related* bad enough to make a grown man puke
It's just a pity I'm forced to do the same thing too
Young babies getting fed morphine
That the river crossing*
But are you one of them? Just wondering
Platforms they thundering rumbling day and night
Drive bys ain't nothing to these ears
Strikes carry on
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