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In My World
In my world everything would change,
for the better.
No more cities being destroyed by mother’s weather
Children would die as soon as,
Never,
However
I'm stuck, in this world
Forced to endeavor nothin better,
than possibly bein beat to permanent sleep
While parents weep so deep
and bottled feelings dont seem to seep out
But on the plus,
I'd never have to hear you fuss
and cuss 'cause of your lack of trust
My heart is filled with lust
but not for sex more like safety,
see in my world
the world we all dream for
but never seem to lean toward,
We would all be protected
from the harm of the right to bar arms
'cause we all swarm to unleash our sidearm’s
like a "dirty" look can be used as an excuse to get you off the hook?
what if, just maybe what if, we could all have just one wish
that all this childish shit could be banished
so we could accomplish our deepest wishes?
I'd wish to live in my world
where beautiful women could feel just that,
Beautiful,
not pressured to "lose weight or gain weight
grow an inch, no wait just shirk two"
but for who? not them selves
and us men wouldnt be confused on who to be,
sensitive or tough
instead we'd be both, or neither
we'd just be ourselves
In this world, in my world
little boys and girls could play outside
without the fears of death,
there'd be no murder capital
and the only red would be on a bright apple
growing from a strong redwood
just as strong as the fathers that didnt abandon us
because they argued and never dared to blame us
we hear your screams, we hear your themes of crashed dreams
'cause your god damn lust
was deeper than your will to pull out and stop your last thrust
cant you see
In my world, In OUR world
we'd all have parents at home giving hugs and kisses
but instead
in THIS world there’s kids fillin ditches
with each others bodies 'cause of "snitches",
If we lived in a wished world
maybe our spoken poems would come true
I hate this world, I want to change this world
why cant we change this world?
for the better.
No more cities being destroyed by mother’s weather
Children would die as soon as,
Never,
However
I'm stuck, in this world
Forced to endeavor nothin better,
than possibly bein beat to permanent sleep
While parents weep so deep
and bottled feelings dont seem to seep out
But on the plus,
I'd never have to hear you fuss
and cuss 'cause of your lack of trust
My heart is filled with lust
but not for sex more like safety,
see in my world
the world we all dream for
but never seem to lean toward,
We would all be protected
from the harm of the right to bar arms
'cause we all swarm to unleash our sidearm’s
like a "dirty" look can be used as an excuse to get you off the hook?
what if, just maybe what if, we could all have just one wish
that all this childish shit could be banished
so we could accomplish our deepest wishes?
I'd wish to live in my world
where beautiful women could feel just that,
Beautiful,
not pressured to "lose weight or gain weight
grow an inch, no wait just shirk two"
but for who? not them selves
and us men wouldnt be confused on who to be,
sensitive or tough
instead we'd be both, or neither
we'd just be ourselves
In this world, in my world
little boys and girls could play outside
without the fears of death,
there'd be no murder capital
and the only red would be on a bright apple
growing from a strong redwood
just as strong as the fathers that didnt abandon us
because they argued and never dared to blame us
we hear your screams, we hear your themes of crashed dreams
'cause your god damn lust
was deeper than your will to pull out and stop your last thrust
cant you see
In my world, In OUR world
we'd all have parents at home giving hugs and kisses
but instead
in THIS world there’s kids fillin ditches
with each others bodies 'cause of "snitches",
If we lived in a wished world
maybe our spoken poems would come true
I hate this world, I want to change this world
why cant we change this world?
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