Colors Of The World Poem by William Mowell

Spin around my hat baby
You ain't gotta say maybe

Leave it for a million bucks
This life you live really sucks

Spin around the world in 80 clicks
You'll find me doing 80 hits

One day this life will make sense
But until then all you'll be is tense

When something leaves we appreciate it more
But most never pay attention to the love that soars

These words I speak aren't prophetic
But the life you choose to lead is pathetic

Words mean nothing if not for the emotions behind them
They are just words nothing more until its spoke of him

You put me down, but I wont waver
Love is something that I will labor

Green jealousy, red love, and heartache is blue
White is superior and black is superficial, but that ain't true

Colors and emotions are nothing more than brain waves
Something they had few of back in those days

We have intellect that those before didn't have
But still at our selves we cannot laugh

All these weapons of mass destruction
But who's the one doing the construction

Why you ask, well its as simple
As a blackhead or pimple

When the brain gets smarter, the heart gets colder
Everything around us is getting older