Post by Ramona on Sept 11, 2005 16:48:16 GMT -8
This obviously has a lot to do with what has gone on in New Orleans in the past few days. I feel sick about a lot of it, this won't be what you're expecting. It's another way of looking at this whole thing. Take what you want from it, but I am upset.
And he says it doesn’t bother him any more.
Surrounded by angels, but he’s night time to the core.
Hands raised to his face like to shield destruction
Years of construction built this much of him
And he won’t let anyone on earth touch him.
They’re itching to see what he can be if they turn push to shove
Well what they don’t know is that boy’s carrying steel
And he ain’t feeling no love.
Tell me please, how do you expect me
To carry out the duties that are good for my country?
You put me there to give me a scare? This isn’t a game.
It’s warfare. Well I say warfare and welfare are the same fare
Take your chances getting out, and they’re stripping you bare.
How do you expect me to stay on my feet?
Sign up for the army? There’s already war in the streets.
I’m in a psychological battle with every man in my path
He’s in the way of my family eating, we’re gonna witness more wrath.
Please understand, that as the ruler of this land, we’re at your command
And all our babies’ lives are in your hands.
But they’re being born with AIDS
And fading away – what is it we can do? Sir, can you hear me out here -
Or are you fading too?
He’s sixteen, seventeen; got the brains to become anything.
Caught up in drugs and a flashy night life.
He’s looking somewhere for everything – he doesn’t want to fight.
Stop this war! he’s shouting. The sky is streaming by
he’s screaming at the top of his lungs, and he can’t say why.
His oppression is creating a depression, where he used to flip his finger
Depression equals obsession and he’s drained of all his anger.
Help me please, how much is it to ask
Of society to reach down and take us back?
We’re dying and we’re frying
And white man’s painted a pretty little picture
We’re all white inside, is what he’s lying
Through his teeth like he can see further than any of us have ever been.
I feel like taking stack is simply too much to ask.
As New Orleans is sinking baby, we’re fading back to black.
Grown up, had three kids, his daddy got himself trapped.
His friends ragging his past like he’s white at last
Empty pride and buried virtues are all they can grasp
One more blast.
Peace at last.
by Sparks
And he says it doesn’t bother him any more.
Surrounded by angels, but he’s night time to the core.
Hands raised to his face like to shield destruction
Years of construction built this much of him
And he won’t let anyone on earth touch him.
They’re itching to see what he can be if they turn push to shove
Well what they don’t know is that boy’s carrying steel
And he ain’t feeling no love.
Tell me please, how do you expect me
To carry out the duties that are good for my country?
You put me there to give me a scare? This isn’t a game.
It’s warfare. Well I say warfare and welfare are the same fare
Take your chances getting out, and they’re stripping you bare.
How do you expect me to stay on my feet?
Sign up for the army? There’s already war in the streets.
I’m in a psychological battle with every man in my path
He’s in the way of my family eating, we’re gonna witness more wrath.
Please understand, that as the ruler of this land, we’re at your command
And all our babies’ lives are in your hands.
But they’re being born with AIDS
And fading away – what is it we can do? Sir, can you hear me out here -
Or are you fading too?
He’s sixteen, seventeen; got the brains to become anything.
Caught up in drugs and a flashy night life.
He’s looking somewhere for everything – he doesn’t want to fight.
Stop this war! he’s shouting. The sky is streaming by
he’s screaming at the top of his lungs, and he can’t say why.
His oppression is creating a depression, where he used to flip his finger
Depression equals obsession and he’s drained of all his anger.
Help me please, how much is it to ask
Of society to reach down and take us back?
We’re dying and we’re frying
And white man’s painted a pretty little picture
We’re all white inside, is what he’s lying
Through his teeth like he can see further than any of us have ever been.
I feel like taking stack is simply too much to ask.
As New Orleans is sinking baby, we’re fading back to black.
Grown up, had three kids, his daddy got himself trapped.
His friends ragging his past like he’s white at last
Empty pride and buried virtues are all they can grasp
One more blast.
Peace at last.
by Sparks