My pen will not give praise to that burning mass of fire in your sky That thing myu ancestors cursed while thier hands bled and sores oozed That thing that looms exposing trails of freedom and sheds light on the broken bodies of my sons See i dont too much care for your burning star, that which you praise for life giving rays.
done...sorry this sucks...Ladee....i think i can hate u now...wonderful topic made me think...for 2 whole days...oh well..there's that piece
i simply want to be the love song dangling from her lips-Saul Williams