EveryOne Livin' In Ghost Town, Everyone Buried In Wasteland.
roses are red
NATIVES are brown
thats my race
so don't put it down
My NATIVE pride
I will not hide
My NATIVE race
I will not disgrace
My NATIVE blood
flows hot & true
My NATIVE peeps
I will stand by you
thru thick & thin
till the day we die
Our NATIVE flag
Always stands high
I yell this poem
Louder than all the rest.
cuz every 1 knows
NATIVES ARE THE
BEST!
NATIVE Pride in my mind
NATIVE BLOOD is my kind
So step aside and let me through
Cuz its all about the NATIVE crew
Life sucks and then u die
but if your NATIVE
You die with good a$$ pride.....
If your a true Native you will put this poem on your page
Thrown Away
My words are weapons in which I murder you with. Please don't be
scared, Please do not turn your head. We are the future, the 21st century
Dyslexic loose-sniffing cybersluts. With all suicidal minds and handguns. We
are insane, nothing will change(x2) There is nothing lying between what is good and what is evil.
I will tip-toe down the line but I will feel unstable. My life is a circus and
I am trippin' down the tight rope. Well there is nothing to save me now
So I will not look down. There is beginning and there is no end. There is
only change.
Progression, backwards. Is this where we are heading, Take back your soul.
Forget your emptiness.
There is nothing lying between what is good and whatis evil and,
I will tip-toe down the line but I will feel unstable.
My life is a circus and I am trippin' down the tight rope, Well there is nothing to save me now.
I'm falling down to the ground, falling down to the ground, down to the ground.
I speak of madness, My Heart and Soul. I cry for people, who ain't got control
Let's take our Sanity, Let's take Compassion, And be responsible for
every action. Hello! no how,no way(x2) no how no way no how. There is nothing lying between what is Good and what is Evil.
I tip-toe down the line, But I will feel unstable.
Hold On To The Ones You Love, Cuase' They Will Soon Fly Away 4-Ever.
As I Walk Down The Halls,
All Those Eyes Looking At Me.
Those Confused People Wondering,
"What The Hell Happened To Her?"
As If I Can Hear Them Thinking.
I Turn For Help
But I Get Turned Away Once Again.
Black Eyes, A Swollen Face & Bruises.
Is What I Get From Him.
He Bought Me Flowers For My Birthday,
I Accepted Them, They Were Big Ones!
He Bought Me Flowers For Our Anniversary,
I Accepted Them Again, They Were Pretty Ones.
He Bought Me Flowers When He Said He'd Never Hurt Me Again,
I Accepted Them Again Foolishly Now That I Think Back.
He Bought Me Flowers For My Funeral
But This Time I Had To Accept Them,
My Soul Was Free,
My Body Lay Still.
Eyes Looking At Me Filled With Tears
I Couldn't Do A Thing
For I Was 6'' Under
Whispering, Whispering In His Ear
"You Ruined My Life."
