Still Strange Fruit…(Never Forget)

They shoot me dead When they see my face They shoot me dead when I forget my "place" They shoot me dead When there is no sound They shoot me dead When I'm on the ground They shot me dead Whether young or old They shoot me dead to sadden my soul They shoot me … Continue reading Still Strange Fruit…(Never Forget)

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Still Wearing The Mask (Excerpt)

We grin when we hear our spirit manufactured for pleasures sake We even find ourselves moving shamelessly according to these false vibrations seeking something familiar, something.....true Yet you still look upon us an uncouth while we shimmer, pop, lock, and dance to shake away the pain we sing to empty our ¬†lungs so that the … Continue reading Still Wearing The Mask (Excerpt)