I'm here for other children
I'm here because I care
I'm here because children everywhere are suffering
And because 40,000 people die each day from hunger
I'm here because those people are mostly children
We have got to understand that the poor are all around us
And we're ignoring them
Front to back, Pali stripped and trapped
Top to bottom blessed who got'em, to the west a breath of fresh
To the east before a fresh breathe feast slaughtered like halal
Meat of Dajjal cooked up of the rest, to greet of proof
Shot at like a bullet vest, markings to suggest: at its best
Not a test, lest to the press ninjas on a quest guarding for
Protection - type oppression blood splattered like a dressing
Check the 51st star mishap stats: lies in disguise sought of
As surprised for lost innocence of lives.. Terror by the boss
Reigned as the cost where the Star, Cross, Crescent all floss
We have got to understand that these d**hs are preventable
We have got to understand that people in third world countries
Think, and care, and smile, just like us
Where welfare kept it unfair
Birthed the curse of seed deeds seen in reverse
No longer paired parents where their sons dared
To be scared by the drug d.a.r.e's
Menaces choosing guilt over innocence
Stalled bawling's in the face of fear, in and out of settlements
Bottle-up'n tears, street rules schooled negligence
Leaving those pregnant- born for war, prone to score but
Left torn to mourn struggles in store for stable livings off of steady hustles
Starved pardons plead by who caught stares
Led to unpardoned begs which instead bred misery parked poverty
Unwished for dished more travesty in streets & parks
Where danger barks embark lives in rumbles
Over smuggles with hopes to rise above the rubble
Enlightened lives, in disguise, sparking thoughts
In blessing's reflectioned upon love in God
With No trust in cops, caught up in the 'life of the dark'..
We have got to understand that they are us, We are them!
My dream is to stop hunger by the year 2000
My dream is to give the poor a chance
My dream is to save the 40,000 people who die each day
To live, learn, and score for - never lived to be a slave for
Rich or poor, no matter, I ducked the latter
Peace or war, my peoples were f*d by the latter, peace in mind of mine
I'm escaping through revelations equating levitation, escalating
Up with fallen angels, kept alive through who fell from the sky
With open heart hopes mending broken hearts with hopes to glow again
Seen as yet another trend schemed hoes fleeing over where the sun's beaming
Money hungry tummy's filling pussies in their younger twenties
Caught the match of the chase, love in pure taste held in front of my face
Quick to quit, thrown to waste when she displaced
No love for the chase of the fake dove
The same, ending just in time again to begin
Money lends uninterested in friends, the green paper - the devils flavor
Jealousies perpetrating felonies
k**ing enemies envious of celebrities
Suburban cities turned murder Capitals
Fiends filling districts with heat- competition for the capitol
Greedy greeting in discrete gats packed in jackets
Savage attacks leaving bodies to rot in caskets
Asked what it is: minds of the new era bringing war upon the bandana terror
Same historic s* repeating, seeking for the gains through the beating
One to work for, unalike the name in the game- Provocator
Alike the same who learn to earn and gain to win in war
Name with kleos fame left saved, forever to remain open pop doors open shop scores
Sending woes to those who witness downfallen foes, upon flowed on just to show and give a show
Prone to work D in the zone, alone in the zone, or serving aces all alone
From the home mind grew body built to an' fro to grown..
My dream can, and will come true
If we all look into the future
And see the light that shines there
I'm here because I care
I'm here because children everywhere are suffering
And because 40,000 people die each day from hunger
I'm here because those people are mostly children
We have got to understand that the poor are all around us
And we're ignoring them
Front to back, Pali stripped and trapped
Top to bottom blessed who got'em, to the west a breath of fresh
To the east before a fresh breathe feast slaughtered like halal
Meat of Dajjal cooked up of the rest, to greet of proof
Shot at like a bullet vest, markings to suggest: at its best
Not a test, lest to the press ninjas on a quest guarding for
Protection - type oppression blood splattered like a dressing
Check the 51st star mishap stats: lies in disguise sought of
As surprised for lost innocence of lives.. Terror by the boss
Reigned as the cost where the Star, Cross, Crescent all floss
We have got to understand that these d**hs are preventable
We have got to understand that people in third world countries
Think, and care, and smile, just like us
Where welfare kept it unfair
Birthed the curse of seed deeds seen in reverse
No longer paired parents where their sons dared
To be scared by the drug d.a.r.e's
Menaces choosing guilt over innocence
Stalled bawling's in the face of fear, in and out of settlements
Bottle-up'n tears, street rules schooled negligence
Leaving those pregnant- born for war, prone to score but
Left torn to mourn struggles in store for stable livings off of steady hustles
Starved pardons plead by who caught stares
Led to unpardoned begs which instead bred misery parked poverty
Unwished for dished more travesty in streets & parks
Where danger barks embark lives in rumbles
Over smuggles with hopes to rise above the rubble
Enlightened lives, in disguise, sparking thoughts
In blessing's reflectioned upon love in God
With No trust in cops, caught up in the 'life of the dark'..
We have got to understand that they are us, We are them!
My dream is to stop hunger by the year 2000
My dream is to give the poor a chance
My dream is to save the 40,000 people who die each day
To live, learn, and score for - never lived to be a slave for
Rich or poor, no matter, I ducked the latter
Peace or war, my peoples were f*d by the latter, peace in mind of mine
I'm escaping through revelations equating levitation, escalating
Up with fallen angels, kept alive through who fell from the sky
With open heart hopes mending broken hearts with hopes to glow again
Seen as yet another trend schemed hoes fleeing over where the sun's beaming
Money hungry tummy's filling pussies in their younger twenties
Caught the match of the chase, love in pure taste held in front of my face
Quick to quit, thrown to waste when she displaced
No love for the chase of the fake dove
The same, ending just in time again to begin
Money lends uninterested in friends, the green paper - the devils flavor
Jealousies perpetrating felonies
k**ing enemies envious of celebrities
Suburban cities turned murder Capitals
Fiends filling districts with heat- competition for the capitol
Greedy greeting in discrete gats packed in jackets
Savage attacks leaving bodies to rot in caskets
Asked what it is: minds of the new era bringing war upon the bandana terror
Same historic s* repeating, seeking for the gains through the beating
One to work for, unalike the name in the game- Provocator
Alike the same who learn to earn and gain to win in war
Name with kleos fame left saved, forever to remain open pop doors open shop scores
Sending woes to those who witness downfallen foes, upon flowed on just to show and give a show
Prone to work D in the zone, alone in the zone, or serving aces all alone
From the home mind grew body built to an' fro to grown..
My dream can, and will come true
If we all look into the future
And see the light that shines there
Contributed by Dq82 - 2021/3/25 - 16:51
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