With all this extra stressing
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finally get to rest through this suppression?
They punish the people that's asking questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions
The message I stress; to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less; even the genius asks his questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded, and things don't go the way you planned it
Dreaming of riches, in a position of making a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nothing like the game
It's just me against the world
...And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
otherwise good song lol
Art is a question. And that question is...
hug kiss love chop HAI
hold hands and kick
Bring on the funk
don't for get PUNCH
grats on teh 500k
I cry evrytiem.
Sends a surge of nostalgic power through my veins and makes me want to kick some ass-
until I realize that in real life I'm just some short, scrawny little weakling.
Still pretty good though
Not the best attempt, I have to admit - but I do appreciate your feedback a lot~
The electric guitar was just a bit too harsh on the ear, I thought. D:
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