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After The Rain Sets The Pain...
Months have past since our freedom was terrorist, economy is back on the rise,
many have forgotten yesterdays' past, memories fading away like a rejected thought.
Why is it that only in tragedy we come together, hold hands and call each other brotheren,
then we feel almighty. Not even the twin towers were able to hold their fight.
How many storms will rain upon us before we realize that the pain is set by us.
This nation of liberty. A country for the brave that only roar when treated like slaves.
When the opposition strikes, we become a united majority, months even years after
the storm we return to segregation, minorities not welcomed, middle class buy first
class to feel important. Like a 360 degrees, history repeats itself every seven years,
if you forgot remember 1993, same scenario, watch out for 2008.
