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Growing up is compulsory but Being Matured is is optional.... Go hard or go Home
Growing up is compulsory but Being Matured is is optional.... Go hard or go Home
BUT IT'S TRUE!!!
BUT IT'S TRUE!!!
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be... It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be... It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
Gone are the days when money answereth all things!!!
Gone are the days when money answereth all things!!!
Am Just a Dude With Rare Vision.... The Road is Not Clear.....But I will get There....
Am Just a Dude With Rare Vision.... The Road is Not Clear.....But I will get There....
Beacon Of Hope
Society seems in a mess.
Mothers cry, while fathers stress.
To be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
Every day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go.
The things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories.
Drugs and sex aren't hard to find.
It seems as if the... Beacon Of Hope
Society seems in a mess.
Mothers cry, while fathers stress.
To be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
Every day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go.
The things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories.
Drugs and sex aren't hard to find.
It seems as if the world's gone blind,
for what the people fail to see
is messing up society.
As dads no longer head their home
and kids all sit and chat by phone.
What once to all has been a home
is looking like a war-torn zone.
No longer do you find that kids
are playing in the park,
for it's become a hideout place
for gangsters after dark.
What once was right now seems so wrong.
No more joy and no more song,
as what this all was meant to be
lies buried in a cemetery.
By telling you these things my aim
is not to make you mad.
It's just to tell another truth,
which soon will make you glad.
Amidst the chaos of this world,
of hurt, despair, and pain
and hate along with treachery
all done for selfish gain.
There's this one thing I know of,
believe with all my heart,
that when I bend my knees to pray
my God will make a way.
Society seems in a mess.
Mothers cry, while fathers stress.
To be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
Every day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go.
The things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories.
Drugs and sex aren't hard to find.
It seems as if the... Beacon Of Hope
Society seems in a mess.
Mothers cry, while fathers stress.
To be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
Every day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go.
The things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories.
Drugs and sex aren't hard to find.
It seems as if the world's gone blind,
for what the people fail to see
is messing up society.
As dads no longer head their home
and kids all sit and chat by phone.
What once to all has been a home
is looking like a war-torn zone.
No longer do you find that kids
are playing in the park,
for it's become a hideout place
for gangsters after dark.
What once was right now seems so wrong.
No more joy and no more song,
as what this all was meant to be
lies buried in a cemetery.
By telling you these things my aim
is not to make you mad.
It's just to tell another truth,
which soon will make you glad.
Amidst the chaos of this world,
of hurt, despair, and pain
and hate along with treachery
all done for selfish gain.
There's this one thing I know of,
believe with all my heart,
that when I bend my knees to pray
my God will make a way.