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we live in sin..
Society portrays another mans ways
jealousy, obsession,
so obsessed that
they wish to overtake
possessions
since adolensence
ive been locking down deep textbook confessions
my state of mind,is what stabilizes my pride...
whos to determine how much pride i have left...?
when it could just be anothers last breath
the justice of it,still remains somewhat undiscovered...
failure to uncover,the truth from the frail lies that they propose to us...
even the thought of
sendin us in a war that is very far from any conclusion...
the solution is so polluted,cuz hoping for world peace,is like coping with a disease...
cuz the pain of what you see...
within anothers tainted ways...
portrays a way of waste...
for the mindless and corrupt...
who will all sell their souls for change...
it started with dreams of pushing weight but now they got themselves in deep,
with no way to escape...
deliberating a sentence,due to republocrats choosing your entrance
it might not be right now,
but they could later take your independence
they got their eye on you,
including all of those who used to be around you,
they got your name on lock,
why cant you change your life and take account for it?
now,you visit jail often...
but it is what becomes...
when you sell your soul for drugs
the way of the narrow minded and corrupt
but still we all know,
how easily we could fall into the trap...
which could,in due time,could become very deadly,in fact....
and i wish we could rewind what took past,
but we cant,we walk with shadows of our former stance...
always paranoid,thinkin you catch an informat's glance...
i used to think their was a way to escape my constant way..
but depression sets ablaze to the confessions...
i lock them inside the presence of only my minds spectrum...
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