Serious Thoughts

Oh why, children send your child off to die

In the streets of chalk where they lie

Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry

Dear God..

Oh why, does it have to be this way, our

children of today won't stay wise

Let the children hear when thugs cry

Dear God.. oh why..

 

Yo, everyone feels down sometimes but few have ever felt real pain

Though there are too many people going through this every single day

And don't brush it off, calling it 'just' a depressive disorder

Depending on social workers to handle this as shock absorbers

The truth is, we all need a safe harbor to just calm our nerves when we don't see no tomorrow

And fall into torpor, problems seem stacked up high as the Kilimanjaro

With the tape recorder as the only way out, escaping all the sorrow

Unreasonable decision making, when every foreign annotating feels like persuasion

Troublesome, from '96 to '15, feeling anything but lovable

Dysfunctional, too adjustable, these thought unstoppable

Every way out just a least common multiple

So what are you gonna do in a situation in which you wanna be everyone but you

'Till new opportunities apear out of the blue

And devastation developes into something to use to gather new strength

'Cause God's hand is always as close as an arm's length

So much love to our homie Tenodera

Stay strong waiting for that Aurora

 

Rappad, Hip Hop

One Love

Eternally to eternity

To Infinity and Beyond