This is something i'm working on, y'all can drop some tips, if you need to.

written in association with the Haringey peace festival Week: 11- 18 September. 31 August 2005.London-England

The streets are alive with the sounds of sirens,
Our people are dancing to the hard beats of violence.
Killers on the streets making murderous melodies
There’s now blood on the dance floor, we dance around corpses.
Terrorists tapping to contorted cries,


Life's a carnival with carnivores, ready 2 eat,
Ready to rip flesh and feast on the meat,
People no longer sit and dine in happiness and unity,
we're now sitting together poking each other with forks of hatred.
Men now sit armed with knives ready to cut away at another person's life.


Suicidal-Terrorists, sacrifice themselves to the hunger of tyranny.
Bombs blast away bouncing bodies with it's bass.
Life’s full of composers of sorrowful sounds,
we block ears and yet still hear the noise.


Let's play another tune, where we can dance woes away,
let the drum-beats boom and beat back bad vibes,
Let us create choirs, so the voices can soothe our ears
and the harps of happiness destroy our fears,

Time to skip the sadistic tracks,
time 2 fast-forward to tunes of a better future,
and let us all dance feast and dance in a festival of peace.