THE GRAVE OF OUR BEGINNING

"THE GRAVE OF OUR BEGINNING"


HOLD ya breath.
Feel your heart pound in your chest,
Yes, life's precious but we run around and second guess it?
These wordly ways destroy us,
we don't trust what came before us.
We wanna be the witness and understand how it all shifted
I invision it, with a blindfold,
under my streetstheres a story to be told,
Before the cites and the brick, what was here before all this shit?
I see a tree every few feet and grass crackin the conrete,
I think there used to be a forest herebut there an't much left,
just a few trees behind my neighbors fence,
This cities like a tombstone on the grave of our beginning,
I hate how we're living in all this power,
So I took a flower and laid it on the street,
just to show my respect for what lies beneath.

Imagine how it used to be,
used to be.....


---AIM