Story Behind The Song

So many people close there eye to the abuses of our president and don't have the Balls to do something about it. If we don't want to take the responcibilty as Americans to stop it, soon we'll hsve nothing left. We must force change in our society before

Song Description

We have so many thing wrong in our country and it's time for us all to grow up. We hide in our I-Pods and computors or games. We play role playing games but don't care what is happening in our real world. "It's not my problem", Or, "What can I do? I'm onl

Lyrics

THE SHADES OF SORROW
The love driven mother of the ghetto bound child,
Is caught in a quandary that drives her wild,
Broken and busted and burned out and blue,
She knows what is right is something she just can?t do,
Who can she turn to there?s no one there
There?s no one to help her, no one to car.
Lives are being lost in this war without guns,
It?s disturbing to know her fate disturbs no one.
chorus
And the shades of sorrow rage through our land,
Some see them clearly, most don?t understand,
They?re felt in the souls of each feeling man,
The shades of sorrow rage through our land through our land

He runs like the wind, he has hands of glue,
He?s caught all the passes all the passers threw
A college star, it?s all that he needs,
Run spot, jump Dick is all he can read.
They body of a lion, drives an SUV,
Prime time sports hero, without a degree,
No one takes notice except for the score,
His future is a disaster and that?s for sure
chorus
And the shades of sorrow rage through our land,
Some see them clearly, most don?t understand,
They?re felt in the souls of each feeling man,
The shades of sorrow rage through our land.
bridge
He bets on the ball games, so do his friends,
Blind to the fact he?s robbing his family again,
Vegas and casinos are exciting to him,
He?s been, stripped of his manhood, his chances are slim,
Nobody cares for the sucker there?s no sorrow for him.
Chorus
And the shades of sorrow rage through our land,
Some see them clearly, most don?t understand.
They?re felt in the souls of each feeling man,
The shades of sorrow rage through our land through our land

The ghetto school?s dirty, the teachers don?t care,
You can get an education watching educating there,
In the classrooms they?re simply housing these youths,
There?s no one to tell them the bitter, bleak truth.