~Life in A Cage~
Life is a story filled an over flowed w/ impurity
Increasing the vulnerability of devilin’ deeds
Satanic thoughts overcome your mental states
Erratically brought crashing upon self like waves
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At end nothing is learned, a good life over turned
Like computers your whole soul crashes an burns
W/nothing to maintain balance, decisions made wrong
enraged an caged by hate but manage to remain strong
As if captured from freedom an trapped in a deep zoo
Taken away, a harsh treatment, w/ empty dreams none2 pursue
Trapped w/ paragraphs an testaments, verses an sentences
Locked up by bars an rhythm, time an minutes that are menaces
So many things racing in my head, lap after lap, like a Nascar Derby
deeply submerged like a needle a thread, in fact, they buried
meaningless, like myth an fables, trying to paint a mural w/ words
Absurd? Naw its true, it don’t work, in fact the whole story is a blur
Comas an quotes cant express the true emotion of a person
They can be engulfed by shadows, or be a different image or version
I step One step further, more of my own soul withers….
Presence of God’s murmurs, more City walls whisper.
I be down for what ever, agony whenever in any weather.
Competition doesn’t matter, cold nights in December…….
Fought for my hood on any occasion , lives fading………………………..
….with hardships hood life changes perspective of all its creations
Sometimes I talk to God and he doesn’t enter my mind to give a response
Trying to figure out my flaws as if I were a lost dog my future has been tossed
They say God makes your life easier leaving me question that whole statement
As if faith in his spirit doesn’t reach so he just leaves us stranded w/ no changes
Eyes blurry, livin this………Variety of Lost Images…
How long will this shit persist…..cant retaliate no more, legs don’t give
the public persona through the eyes of the crowd
Looking all over the place but no friend is found
Cant control my self im so steamed,when will I cool?
various false figures actin hard but they see threw
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Withered soul, so when I die I wont beg 4 my life yo
Cant see heavens gates, is this what I thrived fo‘ ?
Life is crazy cant be evaluated, cant check the bitch before hand
It molds you an shows what it created…...an unholy satanic man
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