Pretend

Sung: Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender

Pretending that I'm doing well

My need is such I pretend too much

I'm lonely but no one can tell

Spoken: I pretend that everything’s ok, that everything around me is normal, but it isn’t and it never was and never will be.

You know I walk down the street every week

The city life bleek and reeks of bums in the slums

Oh and don’t get me started on the slang, gangs destroying the lives of

beautiful innocent children..

I pretend to turn a blind eye to it all

But then I feel the pain that drains from the young who are poisoned by the negativity and the creativity of a quick fix to erase all their problems: a gun.

Suicide homicide the two pesticides we just can’t seem to escape and be free from.

Oh and we hear it everyday & everynight all the time everytime.

And with each frightful second we may lose ourselves to the traits

And the hate that we’ve  grown up with  to understand that to gain respect takes blood..

What the blood of a 3 yr old boy or the blood of his mother?

I can’t pretend that this is new, this is the normal and the new  the future of only a few.

That few becomes a hundred, that hundred becomes thousands...

Thousands of young individuals who’ve had the half life...

Half in school and the other half given up to drugs and blood.

To pretend is to reject the truth and the truth will set you free..

Sung:Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender

Pretending that I'm doing well

My need is such I pretend too much

I'm lonely but no one can tell