noel411
12-13-2007, 10:21 PM
No matter where you’re coming from, life is never easy,
From the seedy camps where the poor and needy refugees be,
To the rich and scenic suburbs where life appears breezy,
Back to the sleazy slums where most incomes are measly,
Disease free streets with people walking bare feet,
To run down neighbourhoods where it is a rare treat,
To share a street with not one single hooker or dealer,
Cause the residents find drugs when they look for a healer,
A tramp sets up camp just below the expansion,
While a million dollar actor paints the walls of his mansion,
In a sporadic pattern of chunky grey and thin red,
After wearing through the final strands of a thin thread,
A wealthy lawyer heads downtown after losing two-
Important cases, thoughts are racing, now he’s choosing to-
Buy some smack of a pusher whose homeless daughter’s using too,
And the thugs are snoozing soundly once the drug abuse is through,
Around me I’m seeing everybody getting by,
It surrounds me, I’m being very dotty letting my-
Mind convince me that they’re all better of than me,
There’s an easy road to peace but nobody’s coffin’s free,
And we often see the outer shell as adequate to function-
As a definitive portrayal for making judgements and assumptions,
There’s a man I know from work, always calm and full of charm,
At night he sits alone with a needle in his arm,
He implements with instruments to bring about self harm,
He wears gloves to cover scars and slashes in his palms,
Alarm bells ring, and they calm hell’s king,
But even he won’t drink the water that this farm’s well brings,
Cause he’s seen the way it tainted us and painted us with greed,
Which leads us to compete for all these things that we don’t need,
And the size of your greed might be the size of your feed,
And the wise and the meek might rise while you bleed,
There’s a time and place for all of us, depends which voice is calling us,
At any rate it may dictate the fate which is befalling us,
And who you choose to hear will reflect your personality,
You can choose to lose your fear in a programmed burst of clarity,
See I’ve had an easy ride through life in many ways,
But you’d find I’m struggling inside on almost any day,
When we say we’re ok, how often is it really true,
Would we change what we say if we knew we were nearly through?
In an attempt to get paid, Paul robbed a liquor store,
Though he drew his gun quick, the attendant had a quicker draw,
William made millions and invested them in stocks,
Now he works ‘round the clock loading ships at the docks,
Jack sold crack, weed and smack, and all the others,
Till he had his eyes gouged out by a customer’s brother,
Bill lived to make a mill, and finally he did,
But during the chase he lost his wife and kid,
Though Marguerite seems sweet, she makes her money on the street,
They found her in a black jeep, murdered on the back seat,
Raquel went through hell before she got her dream promotion,
Then killed herself to finally end the stress and the commotion,
Peter is a wife beater, loves the rush of power,
For roughly half an hour he forgets that he’s a coward,
Earl rapes girls so often now that it’s the norm,
Does it almost daily, only way he can perform,
Susie Porter beats her daughter like it doesn’t even phase her,
Does it out of frustration that she don’t know how to raise her,
Jan will sleep with any man who can maintain an erection,
To combat the disdain and pain of rejection,
Problems find people from all walks of life,
From the rich to the poor, we can all talk of strife,
A lot of us unconsciously contribute to the problems-
Of others tryna live free, and effectively we rob them-
Of their freedom and right to have an equal opportunity,
By hurting them we hurt ourselves, my people stop and you will see,
We feed the same fire that slowly chars our souls,
And the solutions are polluted cause the problems are the goals.
From the seedy camps where the poor and needy refugees be,
To the rich and scenic suburbs where life appears breezy,
Back to the sleazy slums where most incomes are measly,
Disease free streets with people walking bare feet,
To run down neighbourhoods where it is a rare treat,
To share a street with not one single hooker or dealer,
Cause the residents find drugs when they look for a healer,
A tramp sets up camp just below the expansion,
While a million dollar actor paints the walls of his mansion,
In a sporadic pattern of chunky grey and thin red,
After wearing through the final strands of a thin thread,
A wealthy lawyer heads downtown after losing two-
Important cases, thoughts are racing, now he’s choosing to-
Buy some smack of a pusher whose homeless daughter’s using too,
And the thugs are snoozing soundly once the drug abuse is through,
Around me I’m seeing everybody getting by,
It surrounds me, I’m being very dotty letting my-
Mind convince me that they’re all better of than me,
There’s an easy road to peace but nobody’s coffin’s free,
And we often see the outer shell as adequate to function-
As a definitive portrayal for making judgements and assumptions,
There’s a man I know from work, always calm and full of charm,
At night he sits alone with a needle in his arm,
He implements with instruments to bring about self harm,
He wears gloves to cover scars and slashes in his palms,
Alarm bells ring, and they calm hell’s king,
But even he won’t drink the water that this farm’s well brings,
Cause he’s seen the way it tainted us and painted us with greed,
Which leads us to compete for all these things that we don’t need,
And the size of your greed might be the size of your feed,
And the wise and the meek might rise while you bleed,
There’s a time and place for all of us, depends which voice is calling us,
At any rate it may dictate the fate which is befalling us,
And who you choose to hear will reflect your personality,
You can choose to lose your fear in a programmed burst of clarity,
See I’ve had an easy ride through life in many ways,
But you’d find I’m struggling inside on almost any day,
When we say we’re ok, how often is it really true,
Would we change what we say if we knew we were nearly through?
In an attempt to get paid, Paul robbed a liquor store,
Though he drew his gun quick, the attendant had a quicker draw,
William made millions and invested them in stocks,
Now he works ‘round the clock loading ships at the docks,
Jack sold crack, weed and smack, and all the others,
Till he had his eyes gouged out by a customer’s brother,
Bill lived to make a mill, and finally he did,
But during the chase he lost his wife and kid,
Though Marguerite seems sweet, she makes her money on the street,
They found her in a black jeep, murdered on the back seat,
Raquel went through hell before she got her dream promotion,
Then killed herself to finally end the stress and the commotion,
Peter is a wife beater, loves the rush of power,
For roughly half an hour he forgets that he’s a coward,
Earl rapes girls so often now that it’s the norm,
Does it almost daily, only way he can perform,
Susie Porter beats her daughter like it doesn’t even phase her,
Does it out of frustration that she don’t know how to raise her,
Jan will sleep with any man who can maintain an erection,
To combat the disdain and pain of rejection,
Problems find people from all walks of life,
From the rich to the poor, we can all talk of strife,
A lot of us unconsciously contribute to the problems-
Of others tryna live free, and effectively we rob them-
Of their freedom and right to have an equal opportunity,
By hurting them we hurt ourselves, my people stop and you will see,
We feed the same fire that slowly chars our souls,
And the solutions are polluted cause the problems are the goals.