Am a lost bag with a heart in it
A crazy boy, mamas boy a nitwit
A branch that fell off my family tree became a seed in the soil, don't you see
An ugly face still a proud monkey
Making love to the smell of stolen money
Friends are treasures,
What's love without this pleasures
Kids killed in Syria, there blood feed the soil
Where did humanity go wrong
Mothers needs to be extra strong
No other way to long for this change than to put it in a song
As a kid dies another is born to a dead poet
while in Africa they die from a minor bacteria
Religious paraphernalia killing our views
Segregation underdeveloping the youths
Fraternization of the unity we choosed
So I probably point a gun at you
If you don't accept my point of view,
I kill you too, motivational speakers on the pulpit,
Cultism making us lose kids.
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R.I.P to those who lost their lives in Syria
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