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Family
In all honesty, my life has been a gift to me
so guess it’s time to finally thank my family
despite- we fight- & disagree, we still family
love you all, even those I never got to see
& those who left will never leave my memory
wonder- without each other- where would we be
been blessed B, respect the ones who speak sincerely
yet I act so crazily, cuz crazy is what I tend to be
forgive me- sometimes I’m my own worst enemy
my love run through city, continents and camps
what a pity- a place with no such thing as food stamps
a place without peace, you’ll never get a second chance
in fact, most don’t even get a chance- to advance- in life
live through strife- could cut the tension with a knife
kids can’t sleep- traumatized by all their visions
suspicious of all the promises they’ve been given
because greed is the precondition of coalition
who knows better the consequences of war addiction
& poverty- than the one suffering from malnutrition
at night they shower missiles, while bullets whistles
it’s robbery, when you take liberty to take the property
of someone- somewhere- unfair- but nobody really care
guess it’s none of their affair, so include them in your prayer
-ASK
so guess it’s time to finally thank my family
despite- we fight- & disagree, we still family
love you all, even those I never got to see
& those who left will never leave my memory
wonder- without each other- where would we be
been blessed B, respect the ones who speak sincerely
yet I act so crazily, cuz crazy is what I tend to be
forgive me- sometimes I’m my own worst enemy
my love run through city, continents and camps
what a pity- a place with no such thing as food stamps
a place without peace, you’ll never get a second chance
in fact, most don’t even get a chance- to advance- in life
live through strife- could cut the tension with a knife
kids can’t sleep- traumatized by all their visions
suspicious of all the promises they’ve been given
because greed is the precondition of coalition
who knows better the consequences of war addiction
& poverty- than the one suffering from malnutrition
at night they shower missiles, while bullets whistles
it’s robbery, when you take liberty to take the property
of someone- somewhere- unfair- but nobody really care
guess it’s none of their affair, so include them in your prayer
-ASK
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