I strike a match (burn) the theoretic rhetoric,
Contradicting facts with philosophical genetics,
My standpoint on life is most people lie down for death,
By dreaming but not trying so in turn asphyxiate from holding they breath.
I have to confess, my world is sketched by images, display it
In a thousand words that paint a picture for priceless mosaics.
For those who appreciate my art, get fed they mental hunger,
And learn to peace together a Picasso into The Last Supper.
Now if I rest my eyes the tattoo of better days, replays,
Then relays in ways to simple for man to convey.
Why is it mans curse to complicate laymen’s?
Why is it we think we can amend stigmatic wounds with amen’s?
We hold so much to faith and when wishes don’t come true disappoint,
Our righteous play is fake if it took a crucifixion to make a point.
Society’s “Alice in wonderland” phony fictions outlook, Is a mirage
Of sabotage for people who don’t believe site but die over a book.
See I can promise myself heaven and end up in hell.
I can place the blame on everyone except myself.
And I still work like a slave to eat like a king
But rarely can afford to feast so my Pham on reflects on everything.
I put my loyalty in an alcoholic coke addict. Makes since don’t it?
Since majority of my decisions seam like I never had a sober moment.
You want money but don’t work,
want peace but settle for a peace and flirt,
Want the perfect woman and cheat,
want the answers but can’t ask the questions,
So you fallow misdirection capeesh?
It’s staggering how you’re controlled by speech,
Basically jumping off a bridge with your friends,
strangling yourself with the leash.
I can’t cure most of the earth’s problems but if I were selective
I could gather the revolving and place them into perspective.
Life’s the way we make it, but simple lives are led by simple-minded
If we can’t see opportunity and take it, then we are simply blinded.
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