Writings #16, 17, 18, 19, 20

By Jeremy Kern
I'm dreaming of a new direction
for all of us to take
so leave your worries and your baggage
it can always be replaced
find something new in the day to day
Every moment pushing as far away from
my past as possible Always running but
never enough Let the rain Drown me out
my goal was never to reach the sky Stomp
into the mud and grind me into it No
need to lend a hand you'd lose it too
with me Without within slippin up
on a greasy splash where did my lashes
go Pull on them yourself I hope I never
see the sky clear Stick them up it's a robbery
all the gold silver and jewels won't go
up in smoke but fire makes me melt And I'm Down
There ain't no justice in America there ain't no justice
There ain't no justice in America there ain't no justice
There ain't no justice in America there ain't no justice
There ain't no justice in America there ain't no justice
Justice cools like mountain water
Thirsty people hot and worked
Justice brings down hateful mountains
Hungry people tired of shade
We need more than answers now
Justice brings the truth to light
All of us will need to fight, All of us we need to fight
fight for the mothers, fight for the fathers
fight for the sisters, fight for the brothers
People we are one family and we call ourselves humanity
Blame your days as you waste away 
times a mess when its filled with stress
Can you try your best please for me
I want to be happy I swear
How could the world betray us so cruel
oh yeah we started it
Maybe we could finish it but
suicides a sin and molting's never been
Humming along like an old engine but
oil and gas are running out and
the sputtered out black clouds slowly
ending not to be misconstrued as
mending it's not for us, maybe the planet though
We could've built a fort
comfy like out of pillows
hard like out of excuses
Never knew that light was so wrong
Need the dark to stay moving money
Come back to bed honey I'll take care
enough for all us, fam, bread for a life
But you tear walls down, tropicalia
This fort I build for you, but empty
A contract with the Devil and God
Gotta do business to get to work
Gotta do work to get back to you
 Category: "Out and About" Writing

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