The world that we live in is no more than a grave. The freedoms we have no more than a slave If you don't believe what I have to say You better stop and listen to people today Violence in the city killing everday They're even selling drugs To our children as they play If you don't believe what I have to say you better stop and listen To your children today.
As i sit in the night I hear the sounds of pure delight I hear the buzzing of the bees I hear the birds in the trees Maybe I like the buzzing bees Because I don't know what the buzzing means Maybe I like the birds that sing because I don't understand what the singing means But people I understand...
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