Story of A World
Listen my children and you shall hear
The story of a World out of gear
It started out as a nice little place and turned into a terrible race
Between those who shall see the sun rise and those who shall not
It’s our planet of beauty and catastrophes
And it’s creating its very own masterpiece
Let me simplify all the troubles that seem to lie between our ground and sky
Over here in the USA
The president never has much to say beside that he’s playing a mad man’s game
There’s the CIA and the FBI
Trying to think like the brain of a mastermind
But he isn’t kind and he’s way smarter than those bozos cause he’s not easy to find
With a world like this I really insist
What are we doing here?
If all we can do is make things disappear
Before we all evaporate, why don’t we disintegrate?
Hell is hot and Heaven is cold
Everybody’s shaping their own play dough mold
Listening to all the lies being sold
Time flies without going anywhere
Some treat it with care
Some treat it with worries
I treat it with a river of tears
Love is suppose to make the world go round
Not hate and burial grounds
The day has finally come when you shall hear;
‘Go ahead and hate your neighbors
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven
You can justify it in the end’
Our president went to Afghanistan
And got rid of the Taliban which helped seeds sprout in freedom land
But he didn’t finish his call
Leaving Afghanistan, rapped around in a turban
He had Osama on the run
He said North Korea had the bomb
But he couldn’t get the truth to come
So he went to Iraq, to see if he could get Saddam in the sack
He got the regime to tumble
But that just made more trouble
They couldn’t find the bomb
And Now we are still waiting for the truth to come
The shadows is crawling faster
The people will not see it until the sun rises
But some unfortunate fellow is sitting on the sun
Now all his brothers and sisters he can longer see
Paranoia has seized the countries of the world
Annihilations and retaliations is the new law of the land
Every being may be holding their hope as a bag of sand
But the saints won’t come marching in this century
The land is infested with germs
Germs that we have bred
Soon or later everything will be dead
Who wants some land?
Everyone raise your hand
Palestine and Israel
Two perfect devils
Doesn’t matter whose holy land
The devils brother could live there
And no one could say he hasn’t been here
The law of the land, the law that god created is almost forgotten
The law still is instated with the hope that one day some one will remember
The land doesn’t belong to the people; the people belong to the land
The poor feed the rich
In all the their glamour and all their fame
All them rich folks are dying inside
All about they look but they can’t understand why
When an idea of generosity is suggested
Not one wants to share their pockets
Some may say there’re people starving over there
There’re people fighting over here
There are dead children walking the streets
Look at the Asia, look at Oceania
Look at South America
Look at the streets of North America
Look at Africa
But when ever evil is uncovered
When ever a problem can be stop
When ever a solution can be found
The story reply is always
This is Africa, nobody cares about Africa
Brothers and sisters, children of the world
This is our planet of beauty and catastrophes
I dare not push what I see into your eyes
But let this final message be heard
Listen to your heart crying “Lord, save my people”
It is time we learn a little
The job of the lord is done
The people must save themselves
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