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02-03-2013, 04:54 PM
Name: Adonis, Eyeaxe, Ajax
Crews:7 Deadly Sinz, Plaguez Of Impact
Where: Bay Area, California
Repped: UPN, UA, Keystyles



Title: "A Prayer For the Dead"



A prayer for the dead, for those sharin’ a bed
Awash in the tears of unmerited dread
For America's best, who perished in flight
For being scared to be wrong...but more scared to be right
For harrying nights, days of rubble collection
For onlookers who cheer, and give love to processions
For muscles in tension, and chatterin’ teeth
Holding back screams in the blackest of streets
For a need for relief from a breach of the peace
For firemen, for teachers and the teams of police
For hand in hand jumpers, babies with mothers
For the busy phone lines of parents or lovers
For shakin’ the shudders and rage consistently
In the face of the States second day of infamy
For darkness of night, that is soon to be light
For the hope against hasty Bush nuclear strikes
For suicide rites set on ruinin’ life
For piles of concrete with movement in sight
For no cares in the world, but a world to care in
For cures for anthrax, and pearls of serin
For letters to Senators, for that Sun reporter
For a world’s population that can’t come to order
For propaganda that speaks to kids dancin in streets
For Bin Laden’s children if we happen to meet
For hands on the cheeks of families that weep
For havin’ an inheritance to give back to the meek
For the poor, for generations left to spawn more
For what kept my grandpa from the Pentagon’s door
For workers with friends, who will search to no end
For pictures that are so much worse than pretend
For emergency tents, for blood donors in wards
For the rich and the famous sharing hopes with the poor
For the closing of stores, for the stars 'n' the stripes
For all races together marchin with whites
For disheartening cries, for the parts of the sky
That bring tears to the eyes of the hardest of guys
For laughter and smiles in the faces of danger
For second thoughts gone, embracin’ with strangers
For changes of nature, for a way from the anger
For my sister’s best friend, and the mania that claimed her
For policy shifts, for anonymous gifts
For volunteers who chance life, limb ‘n’ scoff at the risk
For the cruelty of fate, for losing a mate
For light towers that rise high and loom in the wake
For Islamic extremists and the foolish mistake
Of blaming innocents for things they didn’t choose to create
For the Coup as prophetic, for the schoolin of medics
For the roses adorning the tombs we erected
For the singing along of magnificent songs
For the hope politicians will admit they were wrong
For persons on posters, men offering shoulders
For 48 hour days worked by hospital soldiers
For phone calls from bathrooms, askin’ for help
For believing in your heart again after it melts
For passin’ on self, for lit candles on shelfs
For playing with whatever hand you were dealt
For stewardesses stabbed, for pilots removed
For hijackers who missed the real light of the truth
For the burden of proof, for the cries of the youth
For the pride in the flag that flies from your roof
For apocalyptic visions, adoption of provisions
For getting the talking to stop so you can listen
For all praise to Allah, not breaking the law
For Manhattanites screamin’ at the flames that they saw
For the pain in my heart finally breakin apart
For questioning why Arabs were blamed from the start
For preparin’ too late, bein’ aware of our place
As the world’s longest-running terrorist state
For Palestinian rights, for those itchin’ to fight
For bigoted articles written in spite
For a scathing eruption of hate by the masses
For peaceful ideals to abate all the sadness
For taking a flight with razors and knives
And being foiled by flyers without hate in their eyes
For blood on the ground, and debris in the air
For turning the American dream to despair
For my Mom and my Dad, for Jenelle n for Devon
For Lorien, for seeing my friends for a second
For congressmen singing on the steps to the dome
And for me and my sis who still can’t get to our home…

If it was your time to fall, would you curse in spite 'n' gall,
Or be happy you were able to live life at all?
Would you cry out in terror, or hug your nearest neighbor?
Would you give in to panic, or save fear for later?
Would you contact your mom, declare love to your fam,
Or consider yourself another one of the damned?
Would you go gently to the night, or be tempted to fight?
Would you close your eyes or let the ground enter your sight?
Would you smile at your kids, and be strong to the end?
Would you be filled with hate, or thoughts for your friends?
You can’t answer these, so it’s just fair to respect
Those who had to, and say your own prayer for the dead…