美洲艺术 December 14, 2020December 19, 2020 essays0 commentsUncategorized Tired of injustice.Tired of the schemes. Lies are disgusted. So what does it mean. Kicking me down. I got to get up. As jacked as it sounds. The whole system sucks, damni. Peek in the shadow. Come into the light. You tell me I’m wrong. Then you better prove you’re right. You’re sellin’ out souls but I care about mine. I’ve got to get stronger. And I won’t give up the fight. With such confusions don’t it make you wanna scream. Your bash abusin’ victimize within the scheme. You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize. Somebody please have mercy. ‘Cause I just can’t take it. Here’s a place in your heart. And I know that it is love. And this place could be much. Brighter than tomorrow. And if you really try. You’ll find there’s no need to cry. In this place you’ll feel. There’s no hurt or sorrow. There are ways to get there. If you care enough for the living. Make a little space. Make a better place. Heal the world. Make it a better place. For you and for me. And the entire human race. There are people dying. If you care enough for the living. Make it a better place. For you and for me. If you want to know why. There’s love that cannot lie. Love is strong. It only cares of joyful giving. If we try we shall see. In this bliss we cannot feel. Fear of dread. We stop existing and start living. The it feels that always. Love’s enough for us growing. So make a better world. Make a better place. Heal the world. Make it a better place. For you and for me. And the entire human race. There are people dying. If you care enough for the living. Make a better place for you and for me…