tho its past
don't run out gas
there thing to do
for me and you
stil racist today
this not child play
as the wind blow
we still have a
LONG WAY TO GO
N-ew dawn March fourteenth
O-pens the Tuesday with light;
R-ise of the sun begins,
M-aking your birth set
A-right.
A-n early morn meets another
B-reak of a nice day;
S-tart treading on the horizon,
A-s the night fades away.
L-ife is either easy or hard,
O-utsmart the pain and sorrow;
N-either wane nor waver, it's a long way to go.
for change
some or still insane
don't give up
its a decuss
we must don't stop still fess
change is a must
so don't stop be part of the lot
let the world know
you'll not say no
we
STILL HAVE LONG WAY TO GO
tho we had sign
walk pickett line
for our right
had court fights
some refuse to repect
this we know
WE STILL HAD
LONG WAY TO GO
tho we're free
feel heavenly
we still need that key
thats anuther fee
its moving slow
breaking open that door
WE HAVE A
LONGE WAYS TO GO
Introduction: Eyes can be deceiving...So don't give up with a snap because Its only the
beginning. Fight it, ease in your future and make it glow from the gray vicinity.
We exist in an age of shadow,
Shadows that we blindly follow
The moments when we feel so cold,
That is where we need to mold
There are many roads to take,
And judgments to make
No one’s going to make our choice,
It’s something we hold within our voice
At times the path seems to be a dead-end,
That’s the part where everything really extend
We still got a long way to go,
So, don’t stroll out and believe it’s the end
Long Way to Go
No time to waste
no time to rest
got to get on my way
'cause times gettin' short,
an' I got a long way to go.
When I got up this mornin'
grabbed a quick cup of joe
jumped into my car
and down the road I go,
'cause times gettin' short,
an' I got a long way to go.
No time to smell the roses
no time to see the sights
got to get on down that road,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Why all the rush?
Why all the dust?
just running on down that road,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Each day that goes on by
is one less that I have,
don't have time to waste,
no time to fool around,
'cause times getting short,
an' I got a long way to go.
Of those who have lost their places in life;
And may display their misgivings with a frown;
For them little time seems left for change;
And hope is at best the name of a jester now passed.
And on the bus bench sits an orator;
Chanting coos to the pigeons
While they feed upon droppings;
Of his spilled over indulgences.
And someone cries out to Jesus for justice;
But no one answers;
For there are only those of which;
Share the same destitutions that are listening
And I find myself piggybacking conceptualities;
And repeating what’s seen or heard; only to wonder if;
In the quantum of time to travel has;
This life we think we live; already come and gone.
And the shadows are now so much longer;
While fear becomes prevalent and stronger;
And when the time for to pay comes ever near;
Perhaps it’s those voices that cried out we’ll hear.
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