Summer Slam

As the summer result is pass on Chaos fill's the sky Chemical gases filling the lungs Of young life death becomes the anterm on our lips With eccos of loud voice Mixed with tears and pall Standing by the corner like what we see on silima a lot of people falling under OH AFRICA Were is our mother's love that's all we got Yet stolling by the wings of politics Caution our ass with fear boombing become's a must do to the detriment of our father's plan