Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest/Findin peace through this land of stress

To all my homies never made it home/The dead peers I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone

In my chest I feel pain comin sudden storms/Life full of rain in this game watch for landstorms

So many other things for us to see/Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery

i have noticed that when chickens quit quarreling over their food they often find that there is enough for all of them i wonder if it might not be the same wit…

I think I would like to be a Senator or something in twenty years. I don't think I really know enough yet. I'm just 30 now and I wouldn't even be eligible to r…

Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires.