mitt första
storytelling typ i början:
Everything was right, i got a great view over the sky from my window. the mood shined bright.
i started to think...
people dont seen to understand what a weard world we livin in
people hijack planes and fly them into buildings
kidnap a child, videorecord when he cut of her trought, dont tell your wife. live whit the lie.
and die whit it old.
and whit presidents leading hes people into war-
in the middle east, just to get hes hands on the oil.
and the constant fight, for power and land.
a thousand peace agreements por out in the sand.
white men, who still hate all black men,
and black men, who still taking revenge for the hard time we gave them.
i hope that one day, people will open their eyes, look around, look at bouth sides
and realise. that we have to do something. and it has to happend very soon.
i layed down on the grass again, and looked at the moon.
i tought...
people dont have to agree on what I have to say. than make your own song and tell it on your own way.
den är långt ifrån klar, och engelskan kan vara kass ibland. ge kritik endå tack!
I might have been born yesterday sir, but I stayed up all night
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