Just a little song I wrote up to a beat... tell me what you think!




The city is burned down, I'm walkin on black soil,
It's funny this wouldn't of happened if we had oil,
Instead we had to go to war, had to piss em off,
Knowin they got a potential hazardous as gods,
Well, this is what you get for, ****in with fate,
And now the half-filled glass is a bucket of hate,
This aint just another thing you can chuck in a lake,
Open your eyes and realize they're uppin the stakes,
To them the infiltration wasn't just a brigade,
All it was is pain, and the bloodiest days,
And now the memories repressed to a, muddier state,
But as dark and hard to find, it still remains,
As a scar, they're just blind to it,
Until the wound opens up and assume that I do it,
The shootin', the killin', associated with the villain,
Nothin I can say to change their minds so now their drillin,
Through the mines, plutonium-239,
Doin what it takes to make this red white and blue birdy die,
We Bound to find out when bombs fly down through dirty lies,
Till then, I'm just a poet,
Keep it in the scriptures till ashes are snowin,
And when it happens, I'll be holdin it golden,
Laughin, this world needed a change of pace or a halt,
Or should I say this land, cupped by a corrupt government hand,
Call it the apocolypse, call it what you want it is
An end to the bullshit, so it's something positive...