The Light Pt. II

There was a little girl

Who lived in the light

She had always seen the light

But as she laid in the bed of a relative

Her safety became irrelevant

As her screams went unheard

Through the night

She no longer seen the light

So she ran away into the night

Of dreams, she lost sight

Now she's afraid of the light

She swears at God behind many tears

But she no longer believes

That God even hears

So she loses her God

As she sheds her tears

And moves on in life

The Light

They don't see me

They see my pad and pen

See the words that I write 

But they don't see the light

They see the destruction 

And the fights

Yet they choose not to see the light

The same light

that lights the fiends pipe

light the pages

that I read to the children at night

They choose not to see the light...

That the darkness tries to hide

The children then lost they pride 

All hopes then died

All because they couldn't see the light

So now they hide in the darkness

Surrounded by the clouds

So they're thoughts became aroused...

And kids begin to have kids

The dads never seen their kids

The kids never seen the light

Because it was shining to bright

To them darkness was the light 

Doing wrong was doing right

They was stealing matches just to light the night

They lived right on the edge of the City of the lights

But they never seen the light

Fuck The World

When I was in the 6th grade
My mom bought me a shirt
On it, It said Fuck The World
So I wore it to school
All my friends thought it was cool
The principle didn't 
He made me wear my gym shirt over it
So that the one my mom got me was hidden
Back then I didn't know of the first amendment
Didn't understand the freedom of speech
Yet some how I still felt like,
A wrong was done to me

The Land Of Broken Dreams

In This World Equality Is Impossible

But It is Preached Because It's Logical 

Reality isn't always what it seems

I know all to well about broken dreams...

Dreams only die,

When you kill them...

So where do dreams go,

When they die..

Maybe the same

place tears go, When they dry..

Or where the truth goes,

When it get buried by lies.

This shouldn't come to no surprise,

But all dreams don't come true...

Especially if you solely depend on a virtue,

Like patience...

I'm not trying to say,

It's something wrong with having faith and waiting...

But prepare your field for the rain...

And prepare yourself for the pain...

For no blessing,

Comes without tribulation...

I hope that's what is going on...

Across this nation...

Which they say is the land of dreams...

But they lied it seems...