We Are Being Wiped Off

Behind Every Sweet Smile, There Is A Bitter Sadness That No One Can Ever See And Feel.

Is It A Crime, To Fight, For What Is Mine?

If God Wanted Me To Be Quiet He Would’ve Never Showed Me What He Does.

The Seed Must Grow Regardless Of The Fact That It’s Planted In Stone

With All This Extra Stressin The Question I Wonder Is After Death, After My Last Breath When Will I Finaly Get To Rest? Through This Supression They Punish The People That's Askin Questions And Those That Possess, Steal From The Ones Without Possesions The Message I Stress: To Make It Stop Study Your Lessons Don't Settle For Less - Even The Genius Asks-es Questions Be Grateful For Blessings Don't Ever Change, Keep Your Essence The Power Is In The People And Politics We Address.