Sweet as they say
the rain is a rebirth,
just as they would say it gives life to the earth and washes the streets...
So wat would they say as the desert lays bare.. Receptive and thirsty.. The desert once a forest of draped trees and lilly pads.. Made way for billy goats and calves..
So how sweet would u say, the rain is wasted in the city where tar won't absorb and beggars litter the streets on cardboards as toads would on the marsh... The litter u wave at from your static abode.. So why does it rain if not for the earth to cry
Monday, November 29, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Tha System (1)
the system in its design
Is not with u in mind
the idea is to own your mind
Unwind ur resolve and mine your life
The system is in its design to
corrupt your time
consume ur love for life, quash your dreams and
Mash any pride,
The system lives by you not for u,
And wen ur heart is hard and dry
Ur battery life has expired,
U have expired
Ur spirit is broken and its on to another
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