SS: Lifecycle
..We Love Them Babies
This never-ending nightmare consumes my soul...
..Bending my will..spinning my mind..leaving it full of holes..
I can't decipher it..when I cypher spit it influences my words..
..Draining my strength, until I feel like a battered nerd.
I can't stand it..barren streets..homeless claiming defeat..
..young kids who cheat at cards n'tote guns to spray at your feet.
The deceit is rampant..yet nobody tries to stamp it..
..money is on a pedestal, and only the rich can clamp it.
Everything is surreal..garbage blows in the wind, dirtying your shirt..
..'n nobody feels, for the women who got throw out into the dirt..
This nightmare is terrible..I feel it killing me inside..
..white kids pretending to be black, bumping Dead Prez in their rides..
I still study though..trying to amount to something in the future..
..unlike the millions of crooks, straight waiting to shoot ya.
So quickly..everything someone's earned can be flushed..
..'n just by killing a cat, your life can turn lush..
Cops will bust you..for next to nothing..they think it's funny..
..to beat you to the ground, handcuff ya, 'n swipe your money.
They're supposed to be the law..but whatever, nobody saw, right?
..just like nobody who's well off sees the poor people's plight.
I'm happy it ain't like this, just a nightmare, 'n I can trust man.
..I'm happy the world ain't like this..oh wait..damn..
My nightmare is reality..the world is harsh and creates tearshed..
..I guess i'll go back to sleep, 'n life the ideal world in my head.
Why close my eyes when I know what I'll see...
Lives frozen in time... oracles of destiny...
Foresight of a fortnight some call it a gift...
nights wind, a cool draft, my mind left adrift...
Visions come frequently freakin me out from the scenes..
Truths to be seen the soothsayers personal tiding..
Yet joyous they never are, they show suffering and pain..
come true through and through with messages still arcane...
I never can stop the fateful ends that i witness...
my mind tracends dimesions as i wonder what is this...
I see what is to be honestly...its no con...
Futures presented show how those i know past on...
Could you keep your composure, shoot the breeze with a friend..
Knowing his lifes over and you were first to meet his end?...
you savor his mirage while eyes are still able to gaze..
visions cut and pasted, a collage with more twists than a maze..
I can't do it, i break down in tears amongst my peers...
I tell them my worries in a hurry as they try to subdue my fears..
I can escape! Drill a hole directly into my brain..
another entrance left for the thoughts my actions in vain.....
The lords name I'll take the same for the curse upon my name..
So the day the train destroyed my frame..no need to explain...
I ended my nightmare..
1st-Macabre
2nd-DeMiurgiC
Since this was one of my first OMs, I would appreciate some feedback. Pz.
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