Which Way To Go
Look at the Street Light and it's Red
I can't stop I feel my heart beat instead
The path to take my Father guides
and Give Thanks cause the word DEAD
Doesn't Exist in the Mist of Smoke
How do I fight with a Fist of Hope
The Pens Stuck
A stem cuts the Concrete there goes a tree
were no money grows but eyes of pain
Ready to reign
in a World of Shame
Who do I blaim
but myself in a hypocritical
system with acid rain
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