sitting on a bus nothing had changed for years
except the tears that would build up and the fear
that would make you crawl up, close your eyes and appear to dissapear
keeping eyes on the front but watching from the rear
eye contact with those that would look away
reaching out to grab a hand that had been took away
for every rung you would climb, two would snap
crawling on a track taking you back to when you wouldn't react
not in touch with your emotions but you'd make their heart bleed
literally if they doubted you for a second or never believed
revenge ... only time till you get 'em back
eye for an eye, all for equality like a democrat
may leave us blind, only then will we see sense
open ears our resent at sour taste of repent
leaves us deaf, couldn't feel the pain
so wouldn't refrain from begging for forgiveness just to do it again
I'll never learn ... guess I was never taught
Destined to forver burn, down with the freedom of thought
Down with the knowledge we're taught, never get what we earn
So we climb for the top only to relapse and return ...
now what the fuck happened to the TRmixtape?
