Birth of a Bomb
Birth of A Bomb (6/26/2007)
He sits with the bomb ticking inside of his brain
Trying to maintain the fuse that’d bring so much pain
Things have not been the same since he settled down tame
But the clock keeps on ticking by to make him deranged
He had given up reign over the blackest emotions
The entire world told him he would drown in that ocean
Just like a magical potion, it quenched every fire
The illusion is granted, but the man is a liar
And nobody aspires to be hidden in silence
The lack of a sound is not the lack of the violence
If you open your eyelids, you would finally see
The man gave himself up for your joy and his grief
Now the earth is on fire as this life’s getting harder
Our brother’s are drowning in denial of fathers
Every day passing by is an emotional starter
While the pressure keeps building to reach that much farther
He’s taking the spot that someone else has been given
Even when you told him you had nothing to give him
Advised to smother the anger you saw he had in him
But what was the reason? What the fuck was your vision?
Cause the internal division that he battles with daily
Is enough to ignite the man like a bomb laced Israeli
With the fire of Halley and the mission of hatred
What else does he need? The bomb can be faithless
As long as his targets are true and the target is you
He’ll try his hardest to make it right on and right through
The clock’s running backwards in the mind of the man
A few more seconds to zero then you’ll all understand
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