Not a rose

chasing the heat haze on the highway smoking a spliff while "let it roll” plays praying to feel your touch by Friday without adding another cross on the byway I haven’t seen the world as it is for a while but I refuse to close my eyes and abide by their lies as a mother Searches ashes for her child all so some bastard can watch the sea while it rises and dies I hope this half gets me to payday although It wont take any pain way I can Stow it away for another day While it watches and waits for my minds decay they left in 1921 but just took there guns to Jerusalem still a child throws a stone & they break bone to break soul in the sky zanana’s flown to kick hope show control wains with nowhere to go forced to roam with no home a Folk with no gravestone left alone not a rose