This is just a message to. The children of the earth. Sorry to tell you this. But you are not the first. as you make your ripples in this time. Of the great divide.
Suburbia, climb out the window to the street. Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed. Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed. Brush off the want and you give in to the need.
Christmas. by Rachel Kershenbaum. . I feel like Christmas passed me by. Took all its jingle bells and left me with a silent night. And all the presents are for you.
Come with me. Well stay in now. I'll show you a good time x2. Come with me. Just one more ride. I'll show you a good time x2. I'm talking light speed light speed.
How do I get out of here?. Back to where I belong. (and mix a little loggy up inside a cocktail). California, California. Baby I'm coming home. . I need some fun vibes and a couple drops of sunshine.
Cali get down like this. Come and get down like that. Cali. . We're crawling up the streets. And rollin' through your town, its electric. Bending every corner but I'm feelin' disconnected.
If I could find a way to believe. And you could rescue me then Id leave. Id pick myself up off the floor. And maybe we could run through it all. But youre pulling me till I give.
You think you know me. You think you own me. But I don't really care if you think at all. . Young girls abore me. They just want to hold me. And pray that they have enough to give.
Lost the things that you thought you would never miss. Let them out, miss them while they're gone. But there's memories down here that will always live.
60 por cento dos jovens de periferia sem antecedentes criminais. Já sofreram violência policial. A cada quatro pessoas mortas pela policia, três são negras.
Ba-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da. Ba-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da. . So let's begin. Baby, I'm waiting. Come over here. I want to feel. I want to play. Here I go again.
Time passes by so quickly. but I guess I thought you'd be here forever. I never even got a chance to say goodbye. There's so many things to tell you. Left unsaid until now.
Don't ask what am I gonna do. 'Cause it hasn't even started sinking in. Need time, time to think it through. How am I supposed to know where I begin?.
My teenage years were full of fear. I spent most of them inside. Sitting on the telephone. Being bitchy and unkind. . Wandering from room to room. Trying to leave my self behind.
Round about dinner time. Every summer night. I'd wander out a little too far chasing one last firefly. Mama'd come calling from the porch swing. Child come on in and get clean.
Quick to light and slow to burn. Soothes the pain and brings the hurt. All these smoke filled memories surrounding me. Things I wish I could regret. Like this cigarette.
the door is closed. the lock is latched and i'm the first to have my. fingers under this one. could anyone see them?. i got both hands on the knob. pulling as hard as i can.
Dioses, demonios y hasta algunos humanos. Reunidos en la fiesta del caos vil. Hechizados por los cantos de violencia. Contemplando su paraiso y a quien lo violo.
I walk around in circles, up all night.. I wish there was something in my life. that turned out right.. I'm waiting here for reasons that used to. be clear..