How would you feel if those empty, gloomy streets would fill up with your own blood? Like your entire life has drained out of you in that cold night of October. How would you feel if you finally chose...
Where does it hurt, a question that cries
out melodies sadder than Shirley Bassey’s
Where do I begin, No love story here.. just tragedy
Where in the world is it not plagued with
Shackle and tackle rhymes that cackle
slavery or freedom concepts that baffle.
Freedom or slavery choose your shackle
to fit your strides in life with a tackle.
Freedom is a shackle made to tackle
Land of the free, you kidding me?
Where nothing is for free, and no
one is free to see for themselves
how to live in glee or just be!
Land of democratic terror
by law and order or decree!