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Prove Your Point With a Fist
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poems till the blood is smeared
till the bruise swell
then ill know whats rite
the ur point is made
till the cuts scar
till the bones heal
then ill know whats rite
then ur point was made
till the memorys fade
till the tears drops shatter
then ill know whats rite
then ur point was made
with your fist raised
come on mother show me rite
come on father stand still in the shadows
wait till im broken and bleeding on the floor
till the screams of ur children fall
screams of ur children fall
but they dont stop, the dont stop
they yelling echos and repeats
echoes and repeats...
eaches and repeats...
and blood is spuod
will it ever cease..
will it ever cease.....
tell me then u are rite
showing me how to grow
when u beat me down
ull show me how to grow
when im bowing down bloody
u show me how to grow
when i reach up with scarred hands
u show me how to grow
when i hit the ground
u showed me how to grow
when u scream and spit in my face
u showed me how to grow
when i old and i look back
it prove to u the memorys are never let go
that appolgize are never made
and how rite u are
the point made here is
even the oldest isnt the wisest
and actions of hostility are never justifyed
when it comes hurting the ones u love.
by justifying and commiting hostilty
u prove the type of person u are...
