Amber stains the sky, sitting there, watching Mississippi burning,
She’s in churches chasing out the choir, her voice brings houses down,
Her sharp hand’s stroking people, listening to their skin churning,
People pray, hoping she’ll take them to the sky, as their bodies sink beyond the ground.
Amber is famous, she’s that green glow in Iraq you see on the news,
She was standing behind those people you saw jumping from the towers,
Her clothes are worn by all the famous ‘murders’, ‘terrorists’ and crews,
People scream her name when she enters clubs in the busy hours,
Amber encases all the bad guys who try to kill the Americans,
Prints a number on their and robs them of their personality,
She plays with their families back home, always making a mess of their lands,
Even though they are bad, she cleans up their town and humanity.
Some people don’t like Amber or her white friends, why? It’s a mystery,
How can you not like some one, who lights up the torch belonging to Miss Liberty?
Im not sure if we still have to comment on other for ours to stay open but im going round to peep all the same.
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