Our Fate. Our Leader Watching the world in this burning state I don’t think my generation has a fate. We burn the lands we love This planet sits and becomes sick of Our dumb excuses Its gonna fight back, so be prepared I walk down this road, I see the hate, And now I realize, we do have a fate. We have to save this place We need to use our fingers to trace, The words of the fathers, but that’s ok, As long as we aint just sayin “lets play” We must stop the blood The darkness The blindness Of the past generations We are going to give the founders those salutations They so long deserve. With my friends beside me, we are gonna rise and smash these pigs We aint gonna fall for their tricks All Humans were born equal, but some are more equal than others. That is their chant. Come, Come, and lead! Become who you were born to be! Reevaluate, realize, and return! This is ours. God is the true leader. |
muse/myo͞oz/
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| Synonyms: | meditate - ponder - contemplate - ruminate - think | |
Sunday, March 4, 2012
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