Ever since I was seven I knew I wanted to write
Picked up the pen and let the words come to life
Imagination was my gift as I grew
And I knew what I needed to do
And what I did was invent something new
A Form of expressing my views
And I choose to rap it in this form
Enriched with a power to even the score
To upscale the balance just a bit more
And I understand the world is cold and raw
Ya got people hatin’ and wanting to start a brawl
Bombs blasting on the tv abroad—the end of it all
Kids shooting kids, adults shooting them too
My eyes begin to tear as I sit in front of the news
I look out my window and all of a sudden I’m confused
A skyline that was there is no longer in my view
Two Beams of hope shoot up towards the moon
And as I look at the ghost of a terrible past
I understand life is precious and today could be my last
The world could be gone at the end of a blast
So I’ll write my heart out until my pen bleeds
Until my hand falls off then I’ll write wit my feet
And if I should break down and fall on my knees
As death comes sauntering for me
I’ll take one last look at the moon
And say to the WORLD…I love thee….
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