Posted by Sir William Davis on March 28, 1999 at 04:12:08:
here I am! here I am God
see how I'm trying to do right
by my brothers and my sisterhood
I won't give up this fight
I'm not quick to anger I don't joy in it's nettles
But seems like every caring step Some traps got to mettle
Feel my sorrow Feel my anguish Overflow And I'm vanquished
Hold me up Hold me up from the waves and tell me why...
These people These millions have to waste their lives
Mine's so short but least I want to SURVIVE
Turn your back they plot your fall They hate life
but have the gaul
to keep on living causing tribulations Don't make no sense
here they are leading nations...
I won't say I haven't commited procrastination But seeing my mistakes
I now struggle to resist that 'desist' Temptation
And what makes me scream some of them are proud carrying pins
Of the lives they brought down with the whip at the shins
Will I be the next? Going to hell for their sins
Father forgive me But I can't help but reason
F*ckers if you can't learn to live then die Die!
Leave these poor women and your children a chance to fly
Away and be safe Go shrivel in your self-made graves
Cos we won't be the ones to suffer no more
We won't be the ones to suffer No more
'Deo volente' they've said as if that cleared their past
When cometh that blessed day when come first the last?
Wake up you sick pigs Here's your news blast
Only so long you can escape the death you've amassed
And still there you go counting the heads downcast
Hunting for hopelessness You get fed fast
When that reaper come for you don't look so aghast
This is what you said you wanted Just a shame those years passed
with nothing to show for And some babies that be starving now
they'd give anything to go for One more day just to see the bright
stars a little while longer Maybe feel a little marrow Be regrown
to bodies stronger With a chance at a life that wasn't already
conquered I say You deserve nothing but death you fool You deserve
nothing but death
Y'all shut your violent mouths and hear pon my lesson
That there is nothing worse than nothing-worth trangression
Making pain for another just so the anger you well's spent
Shifting roads crooked Cos your psyche's all bent
To Evil Face the devil Get on your belly and repent
Go to those earthly angels whose helping hands you offsent
So many people died for you to live and be free and you kick
shit upon their footprint's indent
Only serves to lose the way fool When you get lost we'll all know
where you went
And not a soul come to save you Cos you chose that way
Bruise your brain bleed your heart What more is there to say?
Wither your lungs dim your vision all you've got left is prayer
And if you refuse salvation, well, so be it, enjoy despair
Cos I feel no pity for these punka*s kids
Just want to skim by on apathy and they think they won't skid
Couldn't care who they give AIDS, they bare life to drug fits
And sooner or later, its the careless driver whos hit
And you preachers of kindness who give their fams hell
Beating their wives and laying on their babes spells
Whining when someone wants to protect the pretty dell
From their bottles and the runoff they turn their cheek "Oh well"
What will they say when their tapwater's brown and there's rotten
meat beneath the shells
Acid rain up in the skies and stench of decay's the only smell
For two million years we've had time to work it out
And if you still want to burn away love then time to put your flames
out
now some may wonder who exactly I'm speaking to
Well all you critics of the President, I'm talking to you
All you substance abusers, look at what you do
And hey David, yeah bastard, I'm talking to YOU
And all you workers with the perverse 'quid pro quo'
All the f*ckers with the suicide cults Don't pretend you don't know
All the power-obsessive tristes, the excessive militia lists
The f*cking KKK, the two-faced OCA, the media of filth in your heyday
The wifebeaters, the child support cheaters, the Mafia in your 20-
seaters
The druggies and the pimps and the cop-chase-leaders
The drive-by crews and the schoolzone drivers spilling liters
Yea, You, Mr. Jones, the ones you wimpers over his tax cuts but won't
pay the parking meter
The ones who kiss the Stone Virgin's feet then curse the beggars
and spit on the slum sidewalks
The ones who just want their face on wanted posters for laying a
little girl in chalk
The ones who won't get off their ass Just want to shout their
bullshit talk
And complain from their mansions about their 400,000 annual pension
The baseball players who walked off the fields of young American
dreams
cos 'they didnt want a cap' on their riches
The idiots who cut themselves just to watch themselves bleed, the
ones who prematurely pull stitches
It's a shame but its not you I'll cry for If you end up soon in
ditches!
And you who aren't satisfied with agape love and daily bread
And you who gather storms about your safe head
And you who shorten your life in any way with the knowledge your
crimes are sure to pay! And you who dismiss the trauma you cause
as if that will make it go away! And you who PRAY IN GOD'S NAME
AT EVENING BUT CURSE WITH IT PON THE BREAK OF EACH NEW DAY! DIE!
DIE! ALL YOU F*CKERS, I TELL YOU TRULY YOU'RE BETTER OFF THAT WAY!!
If you can't learn to live then die
If you can't learn to live then die
If you can't learn to live then DIE
If you can't learn to live then DIE!!!