Slaves, Masters, Illusions & The Broken Concept Of Reality

Sometimes my biggest enemy is me, myself
Believe, in help, but honestly i need, this step
Biggest apologies, sorry to argue because my mind is free
Honestly, to hate my psychology is the policy
Obviously, something ain't clicking it up stairs
So forgive me, life is a bitch and its not fair
I didn't have the average lifestyle, i grew too fast
Until i did time, and lost bitches that sued my ass
Until i got caught, and walked away from death itself
Misunderstood, deep inside i try my best, to help
And my intentions are the shadow, the truth is the lie
What you believes the constitution's prostituting your life
And every image we imagine is polluting our eyes
Its inside, we got the truth but contribute to the lies
And its embarrassing...smoking the herb, opens your mind
And in time, every word in this world, becomes your life
We define it, control and manipulate every aspect
And then die...well fuck its the truth, though its some sad shit
And i don't wanna be another rapper slash bastard
Trying to be an actor, dying to see the masters
De-populate the earth, inside i believe we can work
With that hurt, you realize time isn't gonna capture
Your every single image so sorry if your depressed-out..
My ego got the best of me, so im just gonna think now...

unique prospective...

interesting and emotional read....alot of regret and misfortune, you displayed honesty and reality here, well done, peace

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