Attention Please
Hello class, my name is Jon Dagel, life's aftermath
I've fucked up my past but my laughter's matched
to smile or frown, turning denial upside down
a while of now should be a trial aside from how
I used to be punk, somebody that would fuck
only to realize the love I've shook from lust
something coming from nothing, may be a sign
like how my brother's mother is paying for pride
eyes wide and opened, and while she's choking
life isn't as opened while he's coping
hoping that one day, my son's afraid
to be cold, take a soul, a gun's grave
but who am I?
To choose any path that isn't mine!
Through who but myself do I control?
My thoughts and my cell to patrol.
Hello world, I'm another human being, with words
only to pray every day, but seeing this unheard
a speck of life, to be denied, can cause some pain
lucky for me that the creed is all but one brain
I'd rant for protection, but resurrection is sweet
here I write to write,
the original exception of the American dream.
Attention Please!
If the eyes of a beholder were much colder
would they find a heart? Or just a shoulder?
Because even a man needs to cry,
to justify, or understand free rights.
Running from conclusions and revolution
is like punching solutions into evolution!
Finding forever? Dying never? Hell no,
eternity and power is what cowards well know.
Hence why our community went by
without the smallest immunity in lies.
Attention!
Let's take a breather, find a stronger leader
but, our closest friends are not your dreamers
so in the end, salvation is still in a calamity
enemies are enemies, who killed your family
son and husband went to war,
not knowing what to fight for.
So a widow named Liberty decided to rise
and right there and then, resided to die.
Attention please, we need a wiser strategy
our country is hungry for a higher tragedy.
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