Life At Diverse Angles
We’re all at rivalry with an undistinguished universe
let the truth be known;
politics are garrulous about freedom and what they’re going to do
hell of hands their helpless.
Before the world goes to fire,
I hope all is done,
No one is here to help us possessive and acquisitiveness.
New Orleans living life underwater;
only thing that can seem to save them is sensitivity.
We live life on the passenger side:
We’re fearsome to stand,
but willing to only follow.
We all have problems
no one is overcoming.
Faith is no longer here,
luck has overturned the man above.
Black people must keep voting
too many people on us joking.
God has many blessings to bless
but we’re giving up too fast.
We all riding on love and money
it can’t buy happiness.
This world is helpless,
it’s too late for us to go back,
sometimes, too late to move forward.
We all think the future has
nothing more we can hold.
Helpless of taking life for granted;
everything in life isn’t perfect.
The war is a battle fought
but we all looking like cowards,
thinking we fighting for a reason
now is our biggest tragedy.
Sometimes a tragedy let us know its over;
we can not win.
Over shoulders we must stay strong,
he won’t put more than we can not bear.
The economy has reached it’s next worst peek.
Here is the morning sun
all we have is racing hearts
and prayers.
Don’t let no one steal your pride
it’s yours inside.
Born in the U.S.; where people think we’re blind,
where we live secrets and lies,
as people we’re not listening,
anything that is said, we believe.
Many lives lost,
many waves in the ocean lost,
we’re left in a world of nothing.
Copyright © Deneshia Bryant | Year Posted 2008
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