brothers and sisters in arms

flows be beaken over my levey like katrina makin life heavy,

deadly winds and rain storms circle the lake like chinese ping- pong,

give and take why the fuck are the gods forsake,

I thought we wouldn't allow the earth to control our fate,

she took the queen with the rook and bellowed check mate,

can we help our people or did we destroy the boardhighy way to help them once again congregate,

brothers sisters uncles aunts moms and dads lose loved ones and are discontented and irrate,

is thier time or is it too late?