Inner Tragedy (a rap)A by Voice
Inner Tragedy People are killin and dyin Leavin mothers cryin Pain and despair No one even gives a care Guns and knives Endin children’s lives Satan walks among us Can’t even see what he’s done to us Love is a four letter word No one’s ever heard Drugs help you get away My father could’ve never known that they’d kill him one day A soldier’s parents cry Why did their little boy have to die? A victim of the war I’m not even sure what we’re fightin for In this land we call free Why can’t our people be? Home has become a prison Can’t walk the street, you say it’s safe when you know it isn’t This world is full of contemption There can be no more redemption People find truth in lies Heartbreak is the prize A father tells his little girl he’s comin home and he doesn’t She tried to believe him but she knew that he wasn’t So much despair is undercover Sometimes I question if we can ever recover You’d probably like me better if I was preachin peace and hope But I’m nothing like the Pope I say what I see And that’s the kind of person I’ll always be.
To Jonathan Hodges
© 2009 Voice |
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