A Broken Silence Hope

Verse 1: Many are stained with souls corrupt, hope they locate change when old enough. A message that I got when growing up, is drink and smoke pot until ya throwing up. So is the world getting colder Nah, then I look where them soldiers are, wonder why I just wrote that bar, where we living is poles apart. With open hearts I see people building, a bridge to the world to feed some children, a new light to lead some millions, fight evil, be resilient. Role models saying grip that gun, we Marching to