As we wallow in the filth of the verbal defecation many will loose hope for a unified nation as we continue to fail or minds are overrun the more we move back move back to move forward is never done and when we do the struggle starts wrong the tears are represent of the forty third Psalm against this unGodly nation for which we claim we hate you offer a argument but it's a moot debate you would rather offer violence as an answer and solution the only thing you offer to me is mind pollution when you look for salvation in the rudareck a flame

No justice no peace just the cry of the lame

The cry of the lame only seeks week victims accomplish at no end to search and to keep them stamp out there eyes and make them blinded make them content with being criminal minded offer false hope in a struggle-some circle now biting your own butt you know it won't work,

So to paint the big picture what I say is not insane

Stop living your life behind the cry of the lame