Before the war of the worlds I draw closer till it’s all over
The All Knowing knocking doors till they all open
I crawl hoping for a moment to stand
Only to fall sober with an omen in hand
I call for Oprah but she won’t understand
What’s going through a mans mind media land minds
They feeding on a mans pride
Bleeding and can’t find a tourniquet
This evil got its thorn in my side and keeps turning it
People we were born to survive and be permanent
The sequel is the morning we rise
The Kings returning
To keep us from burning in our own flames
Learning to speak but I’m worried if its long range
Surely the speakers will reassure they want change
Hurry the reaper is burying the whole game hold it
We maintain the same pain but can’t show it
From hand made to brand name gangs to famed poets
Planting seeds and yet they can’t sow it
Got me standing in the hands of thieves
Planning a take over
I’m demanding that they break open
They the poison in the lung that shrank
From chain smoking
I blame the choking on the air that we breath
Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed
On an atlas were we share the need
But don’t care to feed the lonely
On our bodies bare the words that read
Somebody please hold me
Ever since the day that I was created
I never thought that I would state
That I wasn’t afraid to die
But today my sight is better then the naked eye
I’m a letter from the editor
Telling ya feathers were made to fly
And forever was made for I
Written within the text of intolerable sin
The blame resides
Together our names collide till the taste of bread and wine
Restore the people to the place they coincide
With the omnipotent glory of God is infinite
The intricate meanings of life define innocence
Divine instruments
Depending on who breathe through it
Designed with a sense of harmony
Arm me with sheet music
The type the meek speak fluent
Till I’m knee deep in ruins
With a seed that keeps blooming from concrete
Pursuing an illuminate kiss
Competing with a lunar eclipse
I’m speaking of the tunes we equip
With a T.V. and a super model
The inherent need to be free
From who we choose to follow
And the tools we use to hollow our existence
I refuse to loose this battle
Choose the power in resistance
In the hour of indifference where the innocent bleed
Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed
On an atlas where we share the need
But don’t care to feed the lonely
On our bodies bare the words that read
Somebody please hold me