Conscious

Thoughts being played of you on the next level

Conscious is playing sides like God and the devil

All this time I thought you were special

Writing these poems one day, I hope to be successful

Try to make it day by day  to reach the might temple

Wherever that may be I do not want to settle

Even if in the end I live my life in a vessel

I ignored all the rumors about you, but I heard you had several

Thank God I kept my legs on lockdown like a pretzel

My heart shakes with pain it doesn't even tremble

The disgust I feel so damn stressful

Would like to box up these thoughts but all they do is wrestle

Even when I write my poems the stress breaks my pencil

I know there is no potential

To even feel helpful

I feel like my life has left me more sentimental

Always thought I was respectful

While you were out there being disrespectful

Paid attention to all that temptation

My heart not worn on my sleeve, just split up in a station

No one needs to see me cry in aggravation

You are just as messed up as this whole nation

Just feel my heart flow in cremation 

By then the pain will be in a distant location