Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Underneath the sky of hurricane-touched lands
I wonder what their sky looks like tonight,
If they're looking at it as I am.
What are they dreaming of?
Where do their dreams take them?
I wish them to be well, but
My wishes wander around, blind and unknown.
I'm lost in what their thoughts are,
I'm scared of what their thoughts are.
Streets are dirty with the vomit of the hurricane,
How odd, remorse has spread like cancer in an opened body.
There lacks a chemo to treat it and
No penicillin can cure its deep itching pain.
I want to help, here's twenty bucks.
September 11, 2005
Suge
If they're looking at it as I am.
What are they dreaming of?
Where do their dreams take them?
I wish them to be well, but
My wishes wander around, blind and unknown.
I'm lost in what their thoughts are,
I'm scared of what their thoughts are.
Streets are dirty with the vomit of the hurricane,
How odd, remorse has spread like cancer in an opened body.
There lacks a chemo to treat it and
No penicillin can cure its deep itching pain.
I want to help, here's twenty bucks.
September 11, 2005
Suge
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Underneath the sky of hurricane-touched lands
Underneath the sky of hurricane-touched lands
