6. just a sheerly lyrically track, like some 95 hip-hop, no-topic, lyrical jawn
Pffft..
Ferocious and viscious,
So potent, consistent, on making hopeless decisions,
Provoking a witness, victims are thrown in the prisons,
Foes in Christian sadistic cult-specific throned on commission,
Consoling commitments, gripping and blown by the spirits,
Then in zone by the image, and Christ's a chromed, iced inscription,
A prone hyped addition of a home life addiction,
Bible inflictions leaves us miserable, like long psych prescriptions,
Grown enlightened, yet ignorant. No truth in the end,
It's just foolishness- protruding into uselessness trends,
From the puke in the binge, youth is the root of the cringe,
That is fused between the two movements of truth and our sins,
Proving to be ruthless, intruding, it's confusing, and then,
Our stupid choices are alluding to abuse and revenge,
Yet we're used to the spins, thrusts that few could avenge,
Being smooth is a miscue in a viewable lens,
Misused and screwed in a sense, yet we abide by the laws,
But then fight for it all with and for reliable cause,
See we vibe with the flaws, just so excited, in awe,
Then the plight of a fall hits us, like a strike of a claw,
Recite and then pause, think about employing yourself,
Not in form of our wealth, but in restoring our health,
Then informing ourselves about our arguable fate,
And our fallible weight of burdens fall at plausible rates,
The cause of our hate crawls from the slums of our race,
And holds an astonishing place in our heart and our face,
Yet we pardon the stakes, willing to go far if it takes,
Our ability to judge, disregarding mistakes,
So startled, we may stay bottled then thus,
We remain hollow- until we learn to follow in trust.
Improbable JUS- tification modeling US,
Some action must be taken, so swallow it UP,
Harboring lust, plain Jane's now borrowing bucks,
And debt's becoming a beast- mauling and crushed,
Hauling the fuss, and now the finest has came,
Now you've heightened the blame between all your whine's & complaints,
It's designed in a range of our high and lows,
Where we're riding slow through Life on a minor road,
The cycle shows, that we're the cause of our death,
The reason for all reasons, the scars on ourselves,
All the talks on the shelves now, and the turn is mischievous,
Cuz Life is a long path, until you learn to lead it.
-Nique
