I turn my head from all this hate
That the world seems to have made fate
For me to endure
Never knowing what’s in store
As for my tomorrow
All I know is it will be sorrow

If I turn on the news
I know I’ll get the blues
And I’m sure that when I drive to a friend’s
There’s a shooting round the bend

Seems like I should just stay in my house
But then I’m going to hear my neighbor beating his spouse
Nowhere can I escape
From this assault, possession and rape

Cause when you’re from the same streets as me
It’s like all you can see
Is this everlasting pain
That deteriorates my brain

All that pain has become a cloud
It has created a shroud
Over my dissolution of right and wrong
But on my streets that makes you strong

As a person this cloud makes me weaker,
It makes my soul bleaker

With every gunshot
Every time I sell pot
Even when I sing my song
I can only long
For times long, long ago
Back when consciousness would flow
Down these red, red veins
From when mercy seemed immovable in my brain

Now even in my dreams
I see gats gleam
I see people dead
My glock pressed to some black man’s head

And this dream makes me want what I know isn’t right
It makes me choose the darkness over the light
Now I’m selling weed and committing other crimes
It seems like my life has no reason or rhyme

I find myself lost
Finally realizing the cost
That these crimes have taken upon me
I realize that I am not free
I see that I have left behind
My once glorious righteous mind

A great man once said
If you emancipate your head
You will be free
That to me
Sounds like the way to be

So I’m going to strive
To survive
This inevitably hard, hard life
And I’m going to search within this strife
For my own liberation
From this desperate situation

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I turn my head from all this hate
That the world seems to have made fate
For me to endure
Never knowing what’s in store
As for my tomorrow
All I know is it will be sorrow

If I turn on the news
I know I’ll get the blues
And I’m sure that when I drive to a friend’s
There’s a shooting round the bend

Seems like I should just stay in my house
But then I’m going to hear my neighbor beating his spouse
Nowhere can I escape
From this assault, possession and rape

Cause when you’re from the same streets as me
It’s like all you can see
Is this everlasting pain
That deteriorates my brain

All that pain has become a cloud
It has created a shroud
Over my dissolution of right and wrong
But on my streets that makes you strong

As a person this cloud makes me weaker,
It makes my soul bleaker

With every gunshot
Every time I sell pot
Even when I sing my song
I can only long
For times long, long ago
Back when consciousness would flow
Down these red, red veins
From when mercy seemed immovable in my brain

Now even in my dreams
I see gats gleam
I see people dead
My glock pressed to some black man’s head

And this dream makes me want what I know isn’t right
It makes me choose the darkness over the light
Now I’m selling weed and committing other crimes
It seems like my life has no reason or rhyme

I find myself lost
Finally realizing the cost
That these crimes have taken upon me
I realize that I am not free
I see that I have left behind
My once glorious righteous mind

A great man once said
If you emancipate your head
You will be free
That to me
Sounds like the way to be

So I’m going to strive
To survive
This inevitably hard, hard life
And I’m going to search within this strife
For my own liberation
From this desperate situation

Technorati Tags: black man, consciousness, crimes, darkness, desperate situation, dissolution, fate, glock, great man, gunshot, left behind, liberation, neighbor, possession, rape, red veins, shroud, sorrow, strife, weed

I turn my head from all this hate
That the world seems to have made fate
For me to endure
Never knowing what’s in store
As for my tomorrow
All I know is it will be sorrow

If I turn on the news
I know I’ll get the blues
And I’m sure that when I drive to a friend’s
There’s a shooting round the bend

Seems like I should just stay in my house
But then I’m going to hear my neighbor beating his spouse
Nowhere can I escape
From this assault, possession and rape

Cause when you’re from the same streets as me
It’s like all you can see
Is this everlasting pain
That deteriorates my brain

All that pain has become a cloud
It has created a shroud
Over my dissolution of right and wrong
But on my streets that makes you strong

As a person this cloud makes me weaker,
It makes my soul bleaker

With every gunshot
Every time I sell pot
Even when I sing my song
I can only long
For times long, long ago
Back when consciousness would flow
Down these red, red veins
From when mercy seemed immovable in my brain

Now even in my dreams
I see gats gleam
I see people dead
My glock pressed to some black man’s head

And this dream makes me want what I know isn’t right
It makes me choose the darkness over the light
Now I’m selling weed and committing other crimes
It seems like my life has no reason or rhyme

I find myself lost
Finally realizing the cost
That these crimes have taken upon me
I realize that I am not free
I see that I have left behind
My once glorious righteous mind

A great man once said
If you emancipate your head
You will be free
That to me
Sounds like the way to be

So I’m going to strive
To survive
This inevitably hard, hard life
And I’m going to search within this strife
For my own liberation
From this desperate situation

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My answer to your question (which is not an answer BTW) is:

If I was a POW I wouldn’t want anybody searching for me, in this manner at least. I figure if they stumbled upon me and my captors, the first bullet would be in my head.

Of course if it was my family I would want someone searching. I’d probaly want to bomb Iran or a lot of other stupid crap.
Victims families can always be depended upon to do the stupid emotional irrational wrong thing.
That’s why we don’t let victim’s families try, judge and sentence criminal suspects. Guaranteed they’d convict and execute innocent people all the time.

So to answer the question:

How’s the search going?
How much has this cost?
How many soldiers diverted form the war effort?
How long more will it go on?
I told you fools a week or more ago that this was a ridiculous exercise in futility…and it is.
So when do you back off this stupid "no man left behind" crap, and get real? 5 months and 25 billion $$ from now?

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And how do I know I am eligible for the "No worker left behind program. I would like to find a entrepraneur or something to help me find my way.

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