Treasure Island

Garrett Bradley

(09/06/1993 / Moreno Valley)


As I reminisce on the thought inside my head
My mind is taken to a world filled with dread
Violence, death, pain and suffering
It's an insane world where evil reigns supreme
A place where the leaders are liars and thieves
Cunning assailants who kill if you breathe
A world where whore mongers and death dealers run the streets
And the overseers work for whoever pays the biggest lease
These punk protectors always want to hurt somebody
Walking around like they're bad, man they're so haughty
And the kids are the worst of all
They all want to be killers, from the big to the small
They think it's cool to be shot or in jail
This world is so sick, I think I'm in hell
And as I leave this God forsaken area
I pass a sign that reads, 'You are now leaving America'

Submitted: Wednesday, December 09, 2009

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