THOUGHTS OF THE BLIND
(DiverseSyndicate)
Tha thoughts of tha blind,leavin people lost they cant find....
never mind washin my rhymes,they remain caked wit filth....
im lost in my mind,cause its draped with a cape made of silk....
i may bathe in milk,but i realize i cant see tha tub.....
i feel tha water 5 times stronger,but i cant feel tha love....
outcasted from my prison in my mind my soul gives a hug....
try to seek tha comfort im feelin dumb, senses far from numb....
taste tha oxygen as it swirls around my tongue,taste tha rum....
before it leaves tha bottle,taste my thoughts before i swallow....
saliva builds and my thoughts become so hollow,no dog to follow....
no cane to use,my thoughts seem suicidal with my buddy rifle....
its like a high school, drama buildin and tha children feelin violent....
now my mind seems silent, no thoughts which means no pilot.....
also no more wildin,guess tha stress compressed his chest in his asylum.
(Verikle)
The blinds thoughts imagine a world, blind to every touch.
Every action, is darkness, heartless and doesn't mean much.
Because without the vision, the world is dead, but it isn't.
It's like the dark is the start of a life long sentence to prison.
Givin' hope with sound, tempted by the smell of flowers.
Years pass by, days and hours, a taste so evil and sour.
Our most taken for granted blessings, testing the limits.
Seems like life for the blind passes by in years not minutes.
To see the greatest hope, broke the very second of their birth.
Cursed, to die without seeing the place of rest, the dirt.
Hurt and pain, inside their brain, thinking things will change.
Hoping for a glance, to see sunshine, but they only see rain.
Flames in the pupils, pupils laugh and stare without knowing.
The pain inside the blind hurts and the suicidal thought is growing.
Flowing out the mind, times get rough for I take a chance.
Thoughts of the blind, staring and hoping for just one glance.
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