Padapapapa!
I’m loving it!
Yellow and red at every corner
Dark night full of them colors
And the grass green for one dollar,
At dollar tree,
Where everything is almost free

From mountain tops to concrete
From forest to trees
From carriages to cars
And from trading to Money

Not the news.
or stereotypes.
But it’s the truth
We are the destroyers to those who desires
and those who are chirpy to melancholy
Top list of fatal death causation
And blood red liquid are the effections

Running the race and losing with disgrace
Hear: the sayings of ” Don’t bother me or you’ll be sorry!”
Bruises, stitches and scars
And step into your own trap of the siren cars

Locked and blocked from the sun
Days are nights
Sleep like standing
And walk like sleeping

Youth are the new operations,
Changing the generations
A fetus to carry
Or abort a baby

Black, white and tan
Not Americanize like the spinning fan
Segregated and separated
Living across the street is like from Los Angeles to Milwaukee
And walking across with bare feet

Love or hatred
Help it or betray it
Avenge or revenge
Enemy to victory
Or.
Lovers to haters

All unknown to outsiders,
Strangers
And those who are  dreamers

So know one knows we exactly,
About who we are, really.