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posted on 03-06-2002
Emcee: Visual Optiks Title: "Tears In a Oil Can" Forum: From The Heart Original Thread: http://forums.411hype.com/showthread.php?threadid=23992 Enjoy Folks! Tears In a Oil Can Our father who arth in heaven many times do we sit and ponder about life love and even you, then we try and define it It's dually noted all men are created equal but I've been reminded that the equality has been divided An invasions of equations you plus life plus trials and tribulations divided by hypocrisy and adding the satanic inputs Find the total amount and now subtract from the hypotenuse of the tens and tens of thousands of pyramid schemes that induct The mass minorities of a majority struggling in barbaric barracks Concealed in their own filth and lackluster memories they pay life's tariffs Like us the world too was born equally on one side is a rigid flaming desert on the other side is a bounty of gold paved street and linen laced trees It be contradicting to the human eye to not say that the better half lies in the linen trees but that's not so, open your eyes and don't be deceived We are all born; disgusting covered in a disturbingly grotesque mixture of our own feces and another's But after awhile some make it to those gold streets and don't even bother to look back and even pull across their own brother Sometimes I'm laughing then I just lose the vibe, thinking about how I throw away half my dinner how I have a privilege to eat or if I should lose the right When I know that a man is searching for a portion of a portion of a portion of a scrap not for his benefit but just so his family can survive And while we fine dine there are people working so hard that they can't even find time For their loved ones, struggling in inopportune situations with dyer effects of neglect trying to incline minds It's the factious fictions deployed that cover of faces like many Muslim women from the harsh truths of the worlds There are certain stores you can visit to find some of the most magnificent jewelry but only in poverty stricken desolation can you find a true pearl Just because their calculators malfunction so they can't figure out their our equals and we're theirs Because they are and we are and nothing changes that, born out of a woman, bleeding blood, loving, caring, and hating, right up to breathing air But who really cares, probably not you probably not them either Money doesn't make them rich and it's not a consolation either Laughing and playing with what little they have and people alike me are complaining about how my sneakers only cost 100 at most When their content with a whole loaf or just a single serving of toast But when I think of the little I could do to help but don't my inside tangle each roping fiber of the ligaments and tendons builds up a utter despise I can barely look at my self, finding it so hard to release my selfishness and help another equal human for now I'm a volchour in my eyes And If I cried my tears wouldn't help anyone's cause, just help me relieve the guilt for the scars I helped induce on a people as a whole and left them a hole It's saddening Knowing that some girl is crying tears in a oil can, praying one day there might be enough to help soothe her empty decomposed soul |
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