My Uncle Woochie ain't never been no whore
Facing life has always been a chore
Why be deceived because the world gone blind
Sunlight even mistreated, they say the rays ain't neurological
They call it toxic, man
And that shit is diabolical
I've Paid Attention to observe the many ways
The ways of Being and the Sight from this is replenishing and sets the tone for all endeavors and accomplishments
Power! And for the Life of me
I can only Share from the abundance and the substance of what I am
Can't give no damn how you Shaped in your iniquity
Got my own grown insanity to sanely increase
So don't speak
If we live amongst the Beast we got marks from the Beast we got
Coded then corrosive abrasive and explosive
We got people overdosing on keeping up with the Jones
We see families fall apart from opening their homes and their hearts to Vampires
All in form of media
Books are obsolete and even encyclopedia
Telling me
Us you and them
The chances are slim
We say "Until Death do us part" but crumble under pressure
Our time is unpredictable
When will I see you again?
When will my interview begin?
When will ice melt and grow thin?
Crack this abyss of uselessness we busy ourselves with?
Or just stop really caring this way or that
We may get one hundred twenty years of life
And that is a long time
Can't spend the rest of mine behind the mind of someone else
We get first hand experiences from all of our experiences
Be delirious in some search for absolute truth
Or some meaning to life
Some reasoning that might
Explain the deep depression and the restless nights
Pain that keeps progressing and have you grounded in flight
Have you stressing about the mess how you've become the enemy
When very masculinity is labeled as toxic
Have you pretty in pink and floral rainbow colors
Questions that keep running with answers running too
Damn if you do and a Case if you don't
Devil in the details of broken family homes
Love of the Jones been battered and bruised
Shuffled in shoes that been needing mending
Canceled in a climate of ill sensibilities
Disturbed often climb the backs of nobility
But ain't nothing Nobel about the game with no prize
Like ain't nothing good when the rabbit got the gun
Who shot the preacher and let the demon man live?
Fuck
Somethings got to give...
