Paradise

It was once said paradise is some place nice,
Would you consider it being able to give a poor person a bag of rice?
Or is it a place where you have endless money or somewhere where you can roll dice?
This is the problem,
No one seems to think nice,
It is all about me, me, me.
All about getting YOUR slice,
Devil Pie,

Look into that childs eye,
Say you deserve this not I.
Why not wish for someone elses good fortune,
Not just I, I, I...
All I hear is my, my, my
Why aren't we asking WHY? WHY? WHY?
Must we continue to only care about ourselves and not wonder why those innoncent kids must die?

Paradise is somewhere nice,
It is a place were people wish everyone could have an equal share of the pie,
It is a place where our kids no longer die,
A place where we demand to know why our brothers had to die,
A place where we no longer have to look into that mothers eye,
Let out that deep sigh and say I am sorry,
But for monetary gain your child had to die,
All of this so Billionaires, Illuminati and the Elitist can get a bigger piece of the pie,
A bigger piece of the pie that was promised to both you and I.
You may be afraid but I demand to know why!

Look me in my eye,
Tell me why.
Why did John, Malcom, Martin, Ali and Michael have to die?
Why did their familes have to cry?
Was it because the Illuminati can never get enough,
they have to have more money, more land and homes that reach to the sky.
Well, guess what?
I think it is time to tell them goodbye,
and that once they are gone our children will fly in the sky.

Paradise was never nice to the children who had nothing to eat,
Not even a bag of rice,
Not even a mother or father to love them and treat them nice.
Because they invented aids and gave it to them instead of rice.
It wasn't because their parents weren't nice,
It was because they weren't apart of the freemasons, catholics or ones who rolled the dice.
They choose to believe in God and to be nice.
They didn't roll those dice and were blinded by Satan and his crew of mice.

Paradise is some place nice,
It is full of good things and spice,
Will that tree be found by a poor person harvesting rice?
No, but that would be nice.
I think it will be found by a homeless man looking for Cannabis,
He finds the fruit wearing rags and his hair is filled with lice,
He takes a bite and it was a wonderful roll of those dice,
He comes back a prince worth a Heavenly Price,
but he doesn't want others to pay a price,
He just wants to give it away and be nice,
His heart was full of good and that was the only price.

He won't treat God's gift like the rich do spice,
Sell it for an earthly price,
See he has lived with lice,
He has lived without rice,
He lived with the mice,
He rolled 7 with his last roll of the dice.

It took a lifetime but God finally gave him his slice,
Without a question he chose to be nice,
He could have ate it all but he gave you a piece of his slice,
That is what God is about,
Everything loving and nice.

This is Paradise.
A place where everyone is nice,
Everyone has rice.
No more lice or mice in those poor childrens slice.
Not even the devil can continue to manipute those dice,
God created it all and he is nice.
He made rice,
He made the dice,
He made paradise.

Paradise,
Isn't it nice?
Kites in flight,
No more evil in sight,
No more Black, Red or White,
Only what is wrong or right?
Everyone working together that one night.
World Peace is within Sight.
So all I ask is are you ready for that great fight?
Are you ready to put the Devil into flight?
Paradise is within sight,
All we have to do is fight for what is right.
I will fight will all my might,
I want evil no more in our childrens sight.
I want them to enjoy that flight.
Paradise is what is right.
Paradise is in sight.
Paradise is nice and we are about to get our slice.