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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...