Creating makes me sick
Like I'm craving something
Quick!
Don't mind me as I'm rhyming, you'll see I'm finding my own rhythm
Takes me to heaven
Or just take me, I'm sinning
Rightfully angry cause no justice was given
Seems all to much
I can't say I ain't livid
Thoughtlessly rhyming and timelessly singing
People dying and senseless killing
If you turn off the tv and look at the window
The violence, I see, it's all the same
Mother to Child, Father to Mother, Stranger to Stranger I can't tell you which one is stranger.
