Kind words are easy
but anger just comes quicker.
Joy is often fleeting
and sadness is often thicker.
Tell me what to give
to the man that has it all?
And what can be taken
from the man after the fall?
Duality in all it's forms
tends to frustrate and elate.
Puff up all you want,
but be prepared when you deflate.
It's too late,
by the time you've already eaten the cake,
to make a wish on the candle;
to genuflect on your fate.
The state of mind of the wicked kind
changes with time.
Just like the righteous and just
can be just coated in grime.
So rewind to the end,
and let the story begin.
Because the state of the world
Can be shook by a pen
Wiser words were never spoken
Kidding bro I’m sitting here smokin’
Just ignore my rambling
Yeah I gotta be jokin’
I’m in my head right now
The words are itchin’ and pokin’
They’re coming out one way or another
Doesn’t mean you gotta listen
Those were actually words of wisdom
Violent rhetoric
opens silent minds to violent shit.
Quiet this.
Before we’re all consumed and riotous.
Police take more lives, hate thrives,
and we all die in this
fire that we’re setting,
blood we’re letting.
Where’s the piousness?
Where once there was a dream,
nightmares lie in our subconsciousness.
Something’s amiss.
Let’s take some time to sit and process this.
The light
at the end of the tunnel
is flashing red and blue.
For some that idea’s crazy,
for some,
there’s no more deeper truth.
The noose is strung about our necks.
We’re hanging by a thread.
If we can’t listen to each other,
then democracy is dead.
We made this bed,
and now we lie awake
in nervousness and dread.
We toss and turn as cities burn,
and black and blue lives become red.
Instead,
it’s time to wake up.
Open eyes,
and play our parts.
To continue down this path
suggests our future’s looking rather stark.
Wiser words were never spoken
Kidding bro I’m sitting here smokin’
Just ignore my rambling
Yeah I gotta be jokin’
I’m in my head right now
The words are itchin’ and pokin’
They’re coming out one way or another
Doesn’t mean you gotta listen
Those were actually words of wisdom
It's an interesting life
We often learn what we knew
But never knew we had right
Suspicions transition
Into visions
Of greater clarity
A rarity of sorts
Opacity's transparency
Brick walls
Build sturdy structures
But hide what's inside
While the windows
Betray the structure
Offering insight to minds
Either close the blinds
Or do away with curtains completely
Either bar the doors
Or throw them open
And offer your greetings
It's a matter of integrity
Both In buildings, and self
Because a poorly poured foundation
Supports nothing but a shell
Wiser words were never spoken
Kidding bro I’m sitting here smokin’
Just ignore my rambling
Yeah I gotta be jokin’
I’m in my head right now
The words are itchin’ and pokin’
They’re coming out one way or another
Doesn’t mean you gotta listen
Those were actually words of wisdom
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