kickin' pebbles while the stars shoot

when the planes hit, I bet most inside were still standing
if you really <3 NY, you know the jerk of each platform landing
downtown, monkey suits roll deep in Giulianni’s subwaycars
only interns rep black power and raise fists to the bars
tight rope walkers would kill for their balance
Osama Bin Laden would kill for their balance
I wonder what their accounts are paying for
I bet Allah cries at what Al Qaeda’s praying for
Killed others just to dig his own grave
you can’t find the beauty of life living in a cave
that’s why I haven’t seen him smile in a while -
he hasn’t seen the sun rise in a while,
hasn’t stood and looked out with his arms on his head
at a skyline or an ocean or the moon's lightshed

he hit us so hard we concussed.
but we came back

and now we don't have the same conversations
we don't zone out to the same playstations
we don't spark bud in the parking lot
we don't spark a convo unless it’s charting a plot
because nobody had the chance to tell him
so now we don’t sleep, we warn the others that

THE BEAUTY IS IN TRUTH
AND THE HEARTACHE IS IN DECEPTION.

if only we came back
my heart wouldn't ache in deception