Some of us have angels,
Some of us don’t.
Don’t ask me to quit,
Because I won’t.

Everybody has his or her interpretations of creation,
Motivation feels like a burning sensation,
So now I’m ready for elevation.
As I sit back and look at my situation,
And see my miscalculations,
Trapped in a society filled with ego inflation,
Living in a morally bankrupt nation,
Lost is imagination.
Giving away free will,
To rich men who lie, cheat, and steal,
Then elect them and act like they know how we feel.
And the only thing that’s real,
Is that we still have people in our country who have to struggle for a
meal.
Yet we live our lives,
And blind our eyes,
To lies that will undoubtedly lead to our demise,
Maybe we can change but we can’t know if we don’t try.
Everything has an expiration date,
And I’m trying to change before it’s too late,
But I’m still filled with hate,
Don’t know when Jesus is coming so I wait.
I try to have faith in many things,
But I have little faith in human beings.
I don’t think that most of us are good,
Not that I’m saying that I live like I should,
But I’d change the world if I could.
My words and feelings are true,
Could you walk two moons in my shoes?
I guess its something we’ll never know,
People are too worried about money,
To care where their souls will go,
As life moves in slow mo,
The hardest thing in the world to say is no.

Some of us have angels,
Some of us don’t.
Don’t ask me to quit,
Because I won’t.

I don’t know whether to feel apathy or empathy,
As I’m stuck wondering whether this world was meant for me.
Eventually God will send for me,
With my back to the wall,
Is this the end for me?
Life is rough and I’m afraid of being empty,
Cause there are so many things that tempt me.
I’ve had to be strong for so long,
That I can barely distinguish what’s right or wrong,
All I know is that I don’t belong.
Singing psalms I’m calm,
Cause I have the future in my palms.
Thoughts of the past weigh heavily on my mind,
I wonder what I’d do differently if I went back in time.
But there’s no time to reminisce,
About the good times that I miss,
Things are amiss,
As guerillas move in the mist.
Life is torture with a twist,
I kill injustice with a fist.
Trust me,
You won’t be missed.
I want my soul to be a symbol,
Of self control,
I stay away while blunts are rolled,
Though stories are told,
As our lives unfold,
People have always tried to make me fit a mold.
Their plans were unsuccessful,
But with each day life seems more stressful,
There’s so much more danger,
As I try to avoid being a slave to hate and anger.
A new day is coming and I await it restlessly,
Then you’ll finally see the best of me.

 
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