Time To Relocate (This Place So Full Of Hate)

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Time to relocate

This place so full of hate

Some say it’s a sneak attack

But the signs were there from way back

Those that can see are blind

Sitting idly by, wasting time

Don’t look down, walk the tightrope

Falling in despair, giving up hope

They say that can’t happen here

Wake up people, it’s your worst fear

This place is falling apart

It’s time for a jump start

This place so full of hate

It’s time to relocate

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Talk a big game but nothing getting done

Everyone looking out for number one

Be sure to get out your selfie stick

Smile now, smile now, click click click

Take a good long look at your eyes

Yes, take a look as you start to realize

Your smile, your smile is fake

Yeah, it’s time to relocate

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Shoot your gun, claim it’s self defense

It’s not too late to get on your knees and repent

Blame the world as you burn down your city

Can’t make a decision, hire another committee

Let the few decide for the rest of us

Final decision, nothing left to discuss

But I have a brain and I see how this world operates

This place full of hate, It’s time to relocate

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White against black against red against brown

I shake my head as I see what’s going down

Don’t change the channel, don’t let it make you numb

We can change the world if we learn to love as one

They say don’t discriminate as they discriminate

It’s crazy man, we so full of hate, time to relocate

Reach out, take my hand

It’s time United we stand

It’s not the color of our skin

It’s about what we believe within

Time to change the way we are

Forgive and erase those scars

Stitch up our hearts, move on from the past

Aren’t you tired of seeing the same old broadcast?

All this hate, that’s what I’m sick of

Time to open your heart to love

Let’s make this world a better place

Look in the mirror, do you like that face?

It’s about love, not hate

Let’s go, time to relocate

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My mind tells me this is so insane

You blame me, I blame you, we blame…

Around in circles on this merry go round

Same situation just a different town

Got a problem, throw money at it or just ignore

How long are we going to fight this losing war

We have bombs going off right in our back yard

Man, it really shouldn’t be this hard

It’s time we relocate

It’s time we end this hate

They scream to be silent but I still have a voice

To love is a choice. To love is a choice

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This World Is So F*d Up (Never Giving Up On It by Michael Franti –

I’ve Decided by 7eventh Time Down –

Love by Imagine Dragons –

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Love Comes In All Colors by Youth For Christ –

Love Anyway by Tenth Avenue North –

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Hey World ( Don’t Give Up ) by Michael Franti –

 

The Funhouse of Mirrors

sites at the local fair ground - I never liked to funhouse.  But if I was with friends I went in them and rode rides anyway.  Nana

“Step right up, come on in, only a dollar” shouted the carny. He looked right at me and my friends. “Come on in boys, this will change your life” and he winked at me. I don’t know but my gut was telling me something was wrong. My friends wanted to go in and since I didn’t want to be left out, I went in with them.

It wasn’t much at first. A conveyor belt going the opposite direction. Oooh scary right? We made a tight turn to the right and the floor started shaking. Everyone started to laugh but the feeling inside me was getting worse. It was then the lights went out. We started reaching out, touching each other to make sure we were all still there. We slowly inched forward and hit a wall, promptly piling into each other.  Then the lights came on and that was when the fun began.

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We were looking at ourselves, all four versions of each of us. We looked at each other like what the crap, a couple of my friends used some other choice words. In one mirror there was me, looking as normal as I am now, if you can call that normal. In the second mirror I was a hideous monster. What the heck? The third mirror I was a baseball player, uniform, glove and all. How could this be? I only was wearing the clothes I came in with. The fourth mirror showed me as an old, decrepit old man, all by myself. It was then we realized there was no exit. We did the only thing we could and started to push on the mirrors. The only one that moved was the second one. We all looked at each other and kind of shrugged and took a step through. But we weren’t all together on the other side.

There I was, the hideous monster. I pulled on my skin and clothes to get them to come off but they were me and I was them. It was then I noticed a small light in the distance. I walked toward it and saw it was a cell phone. It had a note on it. PRESS PLAY. What I saw disgusted me and I wish I didn’t have to tell you about it, but I do. It was 15 second clips of my life. There was me eight years old pushing the other kids down on the playground. There was me twelve years old stealing a cassette from the local music store. There was me sixteen years old with my girlfriend. We were in the backseat and she said she wasn’t ready but I said we had already gone too far so let’s keep going. There was me at nineteen at a college party when a bunch of guys took a passed out girl upstairs and I didn’t stop them. There was me at twenty two when I didn’t take the keys from my friend and he drove home drunk, but he didn’t make it. There was me at home instead of visiting my dad before he passed away. There was me watching a movie instead of calling a friend who was home alone, waiting for me to call. There was me ignoring my wife because of past mistakes. Was I really this monster? Is this how others see me?

Then we were all back in the same room of mirrors. We all looked at each other like what was that? No one was laughing now. We pushed on the mirrors again but only the third one opened this time.

There I was, at Wrigley Field, pitching for the Cubs. The crowd was chanting my name. Oh yeah, this is what I was made for. They all love me. I was on the mound, World Series, game seven, bottom of the ninth, two outs, two on, two strikes. One more strike and I bring a championship to Chicago. The wind up, the pitch…and I heard it. My shoulder popped. Then I heard the crack of the bat as it connected to the ball. Then I heard the silence. Just like that it was all over. The game, my career, my life. I was so angry. I was mad at God. How could He bring me to this moment and then let it all go? One pitch. It was all over. What kind of God would do that to me? I shut everyone out. I drank myself to sleep every night. I didn’t know the women’s names I would wake up to. I didn’t care. I went from 60,000 people screaming my name to the deafening silence of my own thoughts.

There we were again. All six of us in the same room of mirrors. Mark said that wasn’t so bad. “Let’s get this over with,” said Scott. We looked at each other and hesitantly stepped into the fourth mirror.

There I was. A decrepit old man. No one there but me. A lifetime of choices led me to here. A lifetime of bad choices. How did I get here? I was a good guy once. I believed in God, once upon a time. I looked in the mirror and the mirror looked back. Was this really me? Then I was gone. There in my casket, all by myself. Honestly, all by myself. No one came to say goodbye. Not one single person! Was I that unloveable and selfish? Was I really that bad of a person? I guess the truth hurts because I must’ve been for not one single person to show up.

We were all back in the room of mirrors. A couple of my friends said how cool their mirrors were. They hope their lives turn out like that. I didn’t have anything to say. This time the first mirror, the normal mirror, opened and we walked through. A couple turns and a few distorted mirrors later we were at the exit.

“Hey boys, how’d you like it? Did you like what you saw?” said the carny. “The mirrors don’t lie boys. If you didn’t like what you saw, you still have time to do something about it.” That was when he looked at me again and winked and gave me something. I was too terrified to look at it so I stuck it in my pocket and left. He turned around and started shouting , “step right up boys and girls, come on in, only a dollar and it will change your life.”

I forgot about what he gave me until I got home and undressed. It fell out of my pocket. A small bible with a note inside. Read this if you want to change your life. Read this if you didn’t like what you saw in the mirrors. It is your choice.

Monster by Skillet – 

All Of Me by Meatloaf – 

Ain’t Much Left Of Me by Blackberry Smoke – 

These Things I Hate (Revolves Around Me) by Bullet For My Valentine – 

Chip Away by Julliet – 

Hate Me by Blue October – 

Faces by One Less Reason – 

Objects In The Rearview Mirror by Meatloaf – 

I’ll Find Me by Steve Azar – 

Sing by Waiting Hill – 

I Remember Me by Jennifer Hudson –  

I Hope They Get To Me In Time by Darius Rucker – 

Mirrors by Justin Timberlake – 

Funhouse Mirror by Jill K – 

I Choose You by Point of Grace –