I've tried writing letter now, times before, When the party's and, The is no more, I'll tell you now that living has somewhat a chore, And following their is such a God foresaken bore, Now I say God I'm programmed, But I in none, I see no interventions and I see no Sons, And if I'm wrong than strike me and break these breathing lungs, Just take the words them back upon my evil tongue, I've seen children arm eachother like second nature, Some just watch the world burn, And bang the drums, And that is why the music and the rhythm live on, has a melody and death is like a song,
I sing, out to the rafter's I sing, Close this chapter and I think, life is a disaster and it stings, I'm trying to find a way to sing, out to the rafter's I sing, Close little chapter and I think, life is a disaster and it stings, You see I'm to find a way out,
What a world, a world, I'm hanging up the now, for the end, What a world, a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end
I to visit wounded soldiers out on Camp Pendelton, And the cause of the missing limbs it mean no love like Wimbledon, When they sat me young as hell and gave me accolades like gentlemen, I'm thinking that the took away their ability to walk and to touch no way of rekindling, What is now unless they got money like Forrest and Lt. Dan, The war if you win a damn they no remorse at any minute bam, That's fucked off while we're chilling on tour on the bus sucked off, Know our family is grieving war is recieving their peeps and they crying their butts off, why I get so much, When a bust, Why we got it so good 'cause so rough, For the young who, Do exactly they're told to do, Damn, do what exactly they're told to do, Defend country and uphold the crew, But give my one and soul for you, a hell of a job description, I don't know if my God's this one, But I guess its the of sick men, Send out and they fall the victim, Of an clans plan, why I be saying dwamn, 'Cause on 9/11 I realized our fate is man's hands,
What a world, a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end, What a world, a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end
When I see how my ones have left, I how long I would I would fight, I if I would give in and let the reaper lead me into night, See I got too much left, My grandmother to early, Reaching for more but instead the cancer in her lungs took it from me, We drift, naturally like two ships in the of seas, That's why moments precious yet I'm too distant to feel it complete, See these days I so disconnected, It gets to drop to my knees, I guess a side effect of living in generation XYZ, with pain and grief man I wish we were kids again, Things simpler than 90s incidents, Got me losing friends to the hands of men, fast, Faster than speeding bullets whizzing alley ways, Abruptly I'm waking up this haze, But only to realize the world changed, Some of not even fazed, Y'all think it's the way we raised? it I'm sinkin right back in this haze, 'Cause thesecould turn out to be my today, With a hope and a put a rope in the air, But I'm too scared, Chokin the pressure will I rock this chest, Swing back and forth and tempt death a blank stare,
What a world, a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end, What a world, a world, I'm hangin up the now, for the end