STAND UP

Tue, 10/07/2014 - 16:10 -- D-ROCK

who do you think you are?

you try to tell me what i feel,

you drink your ass to the stars,

and you steal.

im not a wanna be gangster that shoots up the block,

im a rapper that spits his shit before the clock.

what up with president obama?

he just sends more troops to war and causes more trauma.

these people are family,

alot come home in caskets,

the people that i battle cant stand me,

doesnt mean they get angry and start to blast it.

we have family that we all love and want to hug,

but we cant when all we get to have is faith and luck.

i dont want to sound like im being satirical,

but we cant keep hanging back and waiting for a god damn miracle,

we all have a voice that alot of us dont know how to use,

we all have a voice and we all have a right to choose.

i dont when all the ganster shit started,

but its left a lot of mother fuckers cold hearted.

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