the things we take for granted are worshipped by those who can't have them slaves to these things we buy and love diamonds, technology, clothes slaves everywhere being taking hostage some against there will some to protect their familys we have a disease it needs to be cut off at the head buried and dead exonerated from life compiled of lives and death the bloodshed spreads through siera leonee to many nations people being killed with no hesitation the pain of their lives bleed through this pen when i write these rhymes maybe one day one line could save a life i ain't holding out hope becuase for all we know it will continue through out the times every slave should have came equiped with a nine to protect and serve but they live to serve and burn for the greed i say its time we take heed to the things we really need in life a education on the real and ingorance of the fake because at the end of the day we all contemplate our own fate
