Sitting in a room full of screams and curses,

Sickened by the way that my life has turned,
Writers block got me stuck in a painful moment,
Reminiscing on a life that I used to love,
People that I've cherished who I won't forget
Are now six feet underground or forgot my name,
Surrounded by thoughts of regret and sorrow,
Crestfallen to the ground,
Zesting for the day of the final hour,
When I'll be free to rule.

How come that things are like this, ask yourself,
When kids running down the street screaming
Fight, fight,
Teens are splattered on the ground cause of half a
hundred,
Instead of having fun we are all dieing,
How come that things are like this, ask the parents,
 
It seems I'm talking, screaming, begging,
To myself,
For the simplest understanding,
How come that things are like this, ask your friends,
We used to be so close,
Part of the other but now just apart,
They say I got problems,
They say I'm psychosis,
How can they tell,
I still keep it inside.

C; Now tell me who's righteous,
Tell me I'm right,
Who made you all normal,
I'm sure it isn't god,
Scream if your with me,
If not go outside,
Sound the alarms I am back in your life,
The spirit of freedom,
Here to free your mind,
People all over,
Come together in arms,
Freedom is pricy and has to be paid with blood,
Scream if you're with me
And begin the fight!

Surrounded by smoke dust and concrete,
City jungle some call it,
You're supposed to be eighteen when you join the army,
But for me and you all,
The streets is military and you got to be a soldier,
Got to stay wary and keep your eyes on the road,
So we do what we got to do,
Survival is primary,
Than the bores of the jungle judge us regardless,
They say,
Of color, race, believes or preferences,
But every one knows its all lies,
Than we're back in the war zone,
Living what's left of our lives.

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