Press

preaching prosperity in times of war

where's your suit of amour

one size fit all

stop stepping on landmines

stuck under pressure

and, left behind

can you see the sign

the chalked out lines

all the gray areas

don't get carried away by

those good old fashion lies

that wounded us since birth

wondering why it still hurts us

it's suppose to keep us in the dirt

still we rise like, leaven in bread

UP! I say stop sleeping in bed

Alas! we have lost our heads

stuck in the mud, deeper

than the first flood on earth

my blood hurts, my blood hurts

scars all over my blackness