02-03-2013, 04:54 PM | #1 |
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Adonis
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… |
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