Silent Tears
It's hard to understand the concepts of existence
Were we created by God, Or are we all something different
Minds thinking at diverse paces, Many are murderous
Nothing is beyond the universe, The studies of Copernicus
If that's so, Where could the sanctuary of the Lord be
Astronauts are exploring, The pictures, they are recording
And people's hopes get, High as the clouds we opened
Then when fiction comes to play, People's hopes get roasted
That's a feeling no one can cease, when you rest in peace
Is your body truly just empty, and your soul just deceased
Or is there another method to the concept called death
The Reaper waiting for your time, then removing all breath
Funerals, Are they sermons that make the path clearer
Or are they just to break us down, looking through glass mirrors
Final redemption for fast sinners, to kneel and ride with peers
Or realization of death, a time to cry the Silent Tears.....
(Little Interludish Shit, LoL)
Hopes get high,(God Knows), We don't hope to die
We choking, Why, (God Knows), We are broke inside
Many times we cry, (God Knows), And hide in fears
But many times, God can't see us crying Silent Tears
It's what binds us to the choices we selfishly make
And the orders the enforcing judges selfishly take
God Knows that we can't make without crying
But without trying, we stupidly ruling out dying....
Why rape a woman, no matter if she's your lover
You should love her, she may be an expecting mother
Giving birth is enough pain, no need for emergencies
That could lead to stillbirths, abortions or surgeries
Why crack a face, just because they don't like you
Don't give another reason not to, make people spite you
Beef has rottened through heat, can we get along
Maybe just spit a song, let the music forget out wrongs
Why force a child to tears, what's with molestation
We need to grow, less hating, let the world bless patience
Why beat children to the point that they need hospitals
Let the block sizzle, but the glock down and box little
Why punish for executing the rights that we entitled
People idoled, students get arrested for reading bibles
That's what leads to assasination, and rappers facing
Many years, trapped in cases, or slapped in pavements
Why be an artist, if all our your products will be retarded
Murdering and slaughtering, but then you claim you smartest
The logic we embarking, sparking up the violent fears
Is what forces more grave digging, and opens Silent Tears
And creates change, rappers talk just to create change
Speak on a whole album of garbage, just to create range
Purposely murdered, figured out the game is more than spits
Spawned children going through the Paradoxial Metamorphisis
.....An Old Piece.....
