Ink the well dry

I keep on writen it’s like fightin

to stay afloat in the deep sea

without a boat or a paddle

I’m soldier in a battle

always at war, like Nam

half the time it slips my mind

what am fighting for?

entered this world brokenhearted

it was already on fire

I didn’t start it

caught up in the mix

trying to get a fix

government politics

tricked by tricky logits

did I just, no I jest

that blind biach is just justice 

she can’t see unfair treatment

done to weak men

by the elite men

unnecessary violence

play the cello no violins

this is a moment of silence

the devils in the floor furnace

if we fall in he’s gone burn us

water didn’t kill us all

flames won’t scare us all

think big not small

we are giants, rulers, lions

precious gold,  acres of diamonds, and oil fields

that’s  how come they are still drilling holes in us

blood flows from the chosen us

like ink spills from my  pen in God I trust

there’s gold in the stream

na mean?