My flow is alone on it's own
like a rose on the beach when I'm writing the poems
Alone in the street while I fight for the throne,
no matter where I go I return the zone..
I left when I took that breath
and you can't fear death when you take that step…
I strive for the best
'till I'm in a grave and I lay with the rest
Of the people deceitful or not,
no motion I brought the breeze to a stop
Slow roasting of a fire so hot,
my tongue burns every time the clever word drop
Drop that phone when you know it's your own
They drop from earth like their own rebirth
Drop 9/11 from the sky, he drifts to the sea like a tsunami..
Dropping bombs on those who cross us, no compassion for their losses...
Growing from minds are the minds of kindness,
into stolen land roots living on pollution (living on pollution)
[x2]
Still young and I miss my youth,
never tell lies if you miss the truth
Don't trust everything you see in the media,
can't digest the bullshit they been feeding ya'
Use talent to your advantage
and make sure that your whole life is balanced
It's challenging I know,
but take a step in the right direction and go
Ain't nothing but a forward motion,
this choice is yours and the door is open
This point of view is mine and mine alone,
I'm no longer young I find myself grown..
Growing up a woman able, what I cherish is my label
Live in patriotic illness, the weak we gladly will wish
Dropping bombs on those who cross us no compassion for their losses..
Growing from minds are the minds of kindness,
into stolen land roots living on pollution (Living on pollution)
[x2]
This world feels quite unstable,
natural disasters have turned the tables,
Natural resourced led to a war,
how many died or how many more –can we lose
Population abuse is all across earth,
is this what life's worth
It makes my mind hurt when I think of the pain
Praying for the sun while I wait in the rain..
Rain uranium down on us, golden temples won't protect us
Fill your quota with a clear-cut, poverty is just a mirror but
Drop that phone when you know it's your own
They drop from earth from their own rebirth
Drop 9/11 from the sky, he drifts to the sea like a tsunami
Dropping bombs on those who cross us, no compassion for their losses
Growing from minds are the minds of kindness,
into stolen land roots living on pollution (Living on pollution)
Living on pollution…
like a rose on the beach when I'm writing the poems
Alone in the street while I fight for the throne,
no matter where I go I return the zone..
I left when I took that breath
and you can't fear death when you take that step…
I strive for the best
'till I'm in a grave and I lay with the rest
Of the people deceitful or not,
no motion I brought the breeze to a stop
Slow roasting of a fire so hot,
my tongue burns every time the clever word drop
Drop that phone when you know it's your own
They drop from earth like their own rebirth
Drop 9/11 from the sky, he drifts to the sea like a tsunami..
Dropping bombs on those who cross us, no compassion for their losses...
Growing from minds are the minds of kindness,
into stolen land roots living on pollution (living on pollution)
[x2]
Still young and I miss my youth,
never tell lies if you miss the truth
Don't trust everything you see in the media,
can't digest the bullshit they been feeding ya'
Use talent to your advantage
and make sure that your whole life is balanced
It's challenging I know,
but take a step in the right direction and go
Ain't nothing but a forward motion,
this choice is yours and the door is open
This point of view is mine and mine alone,
I'm no longer young I find myself grown..
Growing up a woman able, what I cherish is my label
Live in patriotic illness, the weak we gladly will wish
Dropping bombs on those who cross us no compassion for their losses..
Growing from minds are the minds of kindness,
into stolen land roots living on pollution (Living on pollution)
[x2]
This world feels quite unstable,
natural disasters have turned the tables,
Natural resourced led to a war,
how many died or how many more –can we lose
Population abuse is all across earth,
is this what life's worth
It makes my mind hurt when I think of the pain
Praying for the sun while I wait in the rain..
Rain uranium down on us, golden temples won't protect us
Fill your quota with a clear-cut, poverty is just a mirror but
Drop that phone when you know it's your own
They drop from earth from their own rebirth
Drop 9/11 from the sky, he drifts to the sea like a tsunami
Dropping bombs on those who cross us, no compassion for their losses
Growing from minds are the minds of kindness,
into stolen land roots living on pollution (Living on pollution)
Living on pollution…
Contributed by giorgio - 2013/3/20 - 08:36
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Lyrics & Music by Rose Beach
Album: Family Love