Ruckus

Things going wrong in the city,

Please God bless us all with no pity.

Everybody want to fight, want to battle now,

Battle lines being drawn all in the ground.

Suicidal thoughts on the little one's mind.

Had a bomb strapped to their bellies so they died.

Dropping like flies in the home of the brave.

Prophecy is alive so prepare for the grave.

It is written, and you know that it's living proof.

The words of the living will have you thinking loose.

It's a scary time, the end is very near;

I really pray in the rapture I will disappear.

Soldiers on the line getting killed, what a shame.

To me they are all brave and believe love is pain.

What it's going to take for you and I to recognize,

That it'll be over in a twinkling of an eye.

Bullets have eyes and believe bombs do too.

Lunatic behind the trigger will blast that you;

For no reason at all, because he's mad as hell?

And if we don't change we'll all burn in hell.

Without a shadow of a doubt we need to change,

Starting with the man in the mirror, rearrange!

Supposed to be getting better but it seems it's getting worse;

What's going on? seems our life has been cursed.

Without a cause, by all means why do we kill?

Murdering the minds of the young ones and still,

Chasing the wind because our focus is locked up;

killing our seeds because our hearts so messed up.

I saw the enemies tied up facing the ground,

Getting ready to die so they quiver and cry;

Blindfolds, and hands behind their backs;

They lie on their bellies, and the killers go get more blood.

Ops building death machines while they wait for the end;

They say you got to die because you did it to us, why?

Now wondering what that sound was?

Sounds like a bomb coming straight from the slums.

All around here nothing but misery,

Caught up in our minds and we want to be free.

Living with broken promises that was all promised;

Found it was a lie, now my stomach chose to vomit.

And the warfare started in the belly of the home.

Then it passed through the veins of the nations now it's full grown and blown.

Now my view is a land of Ruckus.

Nothing left to do but Rise From The Ashes.