The very situation

Not quite a deplomatic conversation

The voices that just keep on sayin

And they just keep on sprayin

To The Left and To the Right

This shit has kept me up all night 

This has turned  from locker room banter to a full fledged cock fight

Rivaled teems 

cheering at hells gate

eager to have their jeers turn to fist

The tention of this country

Continues to persist

Coordinated in the early 90's

Architecturely designed to snap

Psycological manipulated

Through the blanket of fear

Once again appears

In this place of sorrow and doubt

One must look at how long ago we did without

It's a battle of the mind and heart

Bonded to possession 

Through the material learned mind

That creates the illusion of seperation

Were "the only thing we have to fear is fear its self" (someone important said that)

The real power is in the heart

It makes the beat

It sets the tone

So go on home

To your family

And when you wake on November 3rd

Use the positive power of the word

And may the first step you take out the door

Be the first step to the common ground we walk on

And maybe we can decide to give peace a chance

And let this tango be just that

A dance

 

 

Peace