wake up.

we walk past the half dead only to tread hate throught the water of dead fathers that spread sin. we live by the dollar only to hollar out hate and discrimination is the basis for this broken nation. lift each other up and come from another for we all are apart of another brother.

what comes from above is the spirit that bleeds through these cracked walls and sticks to the floors for us to walk upon. soak up the blessings and spew it out no doubt we have the power in the final hour to overcome much more than an eye soar but if you see this fight as a bore than theres nothing left for the man who cant take it anymore.

sell out your soul and leave it to be stomped out, hallowed out chocked out and spat out like last years news and don't go singing the blues when those who you thought loved you fail to bring the loot. becasue shoot...

its every man for himself but if we've learned anything from past civil wars we see that to have been dealt with left this blessed nation a mess its just not how things work. to leave one man alone on the plank to think is selfish. become selfless and do less for yourself and help ya fellow man.

im one alone but together we are strong. together we can overcome. she can sing chants all day long but not a single song should be sung till the war is won. work is meant to be done to make sure every mouth is feed no souls left dead and so lets tread through the muddy waters and awaken the four fathers and spit truth of the comings and happening of things we've seen. enlighten them on mistakes made but progress being paid.