awake lost souls



DREAMS GLAZE THROUGH GLASS EYES

NOT YET SCENE THE DEMISE

OF NOT YET PRISON BARS

PASSION , ENVY KILLING OUR YOUTH

DIME 4 DIME

LIKE IF WE PICKING COTTON FOR 1 CENTS

WHY CANT BE THERE

THERE AS IF WE RAISE OUR CHILDREN

NEIGHBORHOOD CHILDREN WE SUPPORT

NOT YET STAINED OR LOST

HOPING THEY DONT FALL THOUGH THE CRACKS

OF CRACKHEADS HO'S AND THAT MIGHTY DOLLAR

HOT DOG BREAD WE GIVE

HOPING NATURES GENTLE WHISPERS

SOFTLY 2 THERE HEARTS

MAMA DADDY COME HOME THEY CALL

WHY LISTENING TO THEM OUR CHILDREN

THERE ARE NOT OUR FUTURE

BUT YES THEY ARE DESIGN OF MAKEUP

ONLY DEVILS THAT CRIP IN THE NIGHT

HEAR THERE VOICES COME CLOSER

STOLEN SOULS CAPTUER IN THE CRACKS

WISHING , DREAMING ,CRYS NOT ANSWERING

BUT LUST CALLS QUICK REPLYS

MILLION DOLLAR JACK POT WE ALL THERE



 
 
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