Why?
Why is it that whenever I try to do better shit gets worse?
Bubbles often burst… & I wonder am I gifted or cursed
At first I thought it was just me, but see this could not be
So trust me - when I say it’s nothing short of conspiracy
Seriously speaking - I’ve tried positively seeking the Lord
I went forth weeping with words without reaping reward
A lost sheep in a world wrangled in sinful gambles & gains
This shambles remains as an arcane art self-contained
Seemingly flowing against grains as rains drown my crops
Dreamingly sowing to sustain these veins bound by props
So who shall bear the cross, when ALL that’s gained is lost?
Fame may appear, but at a cost, then cometh pain & frost
Insane options captivate the motions, so devotion dies
An ocean O deserted sighs & tries to exorcise demon spies
Facing scheming - lies, alibis as covert trials commence
Suspense derives a pre – select target of official offence
A vision of dense contents containing elements vital
My words, my tools, the metaphoric laments, eyefuls
Of dry salt, - for no tears tear this torn soul so longer
Since the stronger soldier emerges - forms cold-monger.
Envigale: Shit, this life really is tough---
...Isn't it?
Free-flow from now on…(well virtually)
Sure is, but it’s nice for some kids - so how comes I’m doomed?
Yet otherwise assumed well-groomed with skills in tuned
Presumed prolific, this isn’t Jason’s lyric – it’s my grim spirits
Drinking sin in the spirits - I form allegiance with alien civics
& statistics show me that chicks resist Love, but not riches
I think everyone’s a bastard at times …
………………………… & bitches play mind-games
So I get so high - I’m moving on an entirely different timeframe
I guess I could find fame, in-fact partially I already did…
See I was number one on KISS and CHOICE FM as a kid
Like my voice was a HIT, but the choices still didn’t fit
It’s messed-up when a youngster goes thru a mid-life-crisis
& makes sacrifices to suffice his vices; & advice is unheard
^Either that or absurd words disturb nerves past the verge -
Disturbed, in-fact the herbs grow easily, so I plant seeds
But the weed leads me to go off topic when I type a key
Ya get me…..lol
I’m easy really, & I used to feel real blessed
So after all these years of praying so hard
Why do I still F’ in feel so damned depressed?
Are my philosophies all madness?
Is this sadness shallow rooted…?
Like my Bonsai trees, Mr Myuogi!
I really was the Karate Kid, no lie…
Scooped the ‘88 championship
Kicked everybody in the right eye
& I didn’t even use the fly-kick manoeuvre,
Bruce Lee was my mentor, even if he was dead
I used to train at the centre, & built Iron Legs
Not many could test… no-less I’m Tai-Chi –
Influenced, but I still might be… -
Corrupted like some of Spike Lees crazy movies
I let only the REAL inspire ME…
My diary is basically - my rhyme-book,
Many times - I spoke metaphorically
So most often - my sermon is mostly overlooked
Mistook for a rookie cooked rarely,
But I swear B - just dare me to drop raw & dopely
I’ll make new words like dopatastic to add to your dictionary
Just picture me - spitting on your block while you beat-box
Let’s go back to Electro, & go collect mo’ them street props
I know Negroes who beat cops, I oft think of it too…
I once tried it for a minute… but they came with a whole crew
Yet to name but a few - who do the works of Satan
Judges then put US in prisons for hustling to PAGANS
Life’s a joke, I didn’t make the coke that provokes folks
To take tokes, the Earth’s an Egg; & I didn’t break the yolk
Nope I never vote, I mean – who FUCK is there to vote for
Conspirators already killed Bob Marley, Malcolm X, & Luther
PLUS John Lennon is gone, “Wrong Ones In Right Ones Out”
I’m not really a negative man, so why is my world FULL of doubt?”
Cut short, I could go on forever.
Bible quote:
My flesh is weak, but my spirit is strong.
Goodbye …
…till a possible next time, JAH permit
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