Old timers, history;4th/5th generation
The friends we knew, now just memories
A forgotten world past, new bringing
AI, technology; what is it we become
The past barely existing, rotting away
Like dust is to the wind
Particles of human flesh decay
Our worth, only the price of money
Our dignity, forgotten; lost among mankind
A broken society disarrayed in their path
Dreams of life we consume our souls in screen
Sense of hope shatter in riot hate
Morality crushed among the ruins of today
A free nation they yell as we pay the price
Still slave to man we shout for change
But to man, the reason we die out our breed
All we lived for and fought to achieve
The constitution, added/taken from like Bible
The new gen, the dying breed we become sin
Living just cause it is that we look not
But unto our own destruction we lead ourselves
Noy not by choice my last breath be it taken
Exhale of darkness my soul waits its coming
I grow weary as the days approaches end
A life forgotten, a Dying Breed once stood
A soul once soared, buried in a tomb
Down deep in the ground, the Dying Breed
The last laid to rest eternal
Let me tread the path of love
Where all the broken souls in rush
Things might get changed but that all is tough
When you meet the soul to keep you up
Heap of bodies, all in touch
That only person who bloom in fust
The only one who gives you wonders of joy
And keep you away from all the noy
I wandered through the streets of crust
The crust beneath the heart of zar
Surround is all the longest mur
But I succeed to go there first
All I found was the misconduct
The soul is hiding from years of trust
Yet it is finished but not at rush
The love was just a bunch of lust
Six is perfect because its even
Six is the number of cheeseburges my dad gets at Mcdonalds
Without six we would no have sixth birthday
Six sounds like sick
Six is like how many pecues of hair my uncle has
Six is like how many words are in orange without them we would noy have orange
His name does noy ring a bell
But,good acting helped his film's sell-
Good looks were never his..
Though always worth his hire,
Winning an oscar,with Streetcar named Desire
Tribute To Karl Malden (1912-2009) One of the best of Hollywood's supporting actors
Why, Why, do you insest to break my heart?
Why, do i have to find out there is someone else by my self?
Why, do you say that you wanna have a lif ewiht me and you really didnt mean it?
Why, Why, did I love you so much when i knew that this was going to happen
eventually?
Why, did i ever have feelings gor your because i really didnt know you no matter
how hard i tryed i couldny
Why did i even bother why you when i kno i could noy keep you!!!!!
Why, am i still dreaming of you
Why, am i still thinking of you
Why, am i still trying to get you back
Why you ask why... because I still love you with all my heard and you will always
be there No matter if you dont want it to be.
and maybe you will think about how good of a person i was to you and want me
back... and tell me you will change for me .
then I wil have to think if i should or shouldnt because i know what you did to me
before and i dont want to get hurt by you again
because i kno how it feels and i dont like it
EVERYDAY,I WATCH MY MOTHER WEEP,
GRIEVING THE SON SHE BORE.
SHE ROLLS IN THE HEARTH,
THE BRILLIANCE OF HER SMILE,LONG GONE.
WHY DO YOU CRY BLACK MOTHER?
THAT YOUR SON HAS FALLEN?
THAT THE SOUND OF HIS NAME,
SHALL NEVER AGAIN BE CARRIED TO YOUR EAR?
DID THE LIES HE FED YOU WITH,
FILL OUR HUNGRY BELLY?
OR THE LIES HE CLOTHED YOU IN,
SHELTER YOU FROM THIS SQUELCHING HEAT?
AND WHEN YOU GAVE HIM YOUR PAPER,
DID HE LEAVE HIS CAR,TO SHAKE YOUR HAND?
CRY NOY,BLACK MOTHER,MY MOTHER.
BUT IF YOU SHOULD CRY,
CRY FOR US.
FOR AS WE WERE HUNGRY ONCE,
WE ARE HUNGRY STILL.
CRY FOR THE SOULS OF THOSE HE SLAY,
THEIR BLOOD SCREAMS FROM THIS PARCHED LAND.
AND THOUGH HIS BODY LIES HEAVY ON MY BACK,
MY FEET HASTEN TO THE GRAVE WE DUG.
TODAY MY DAUGHTER SHALL SING.
AND MY SON SHALL DANCE.
THE SOUND OF HOPE IS SWEET.