It's hard to believe what others never achieved, so we are decieved by the image of television, a fantasy world for the art of language, but for the money we have the anxious without patience, that time is not heavily waiting on the crime, so we sign the dotted line to forward the dime, the obstacles equals there are subline, here are your thoughts, things that was never taught, I fault against the grind
My third eye is blind, prison system want me confined, negativity is what I was assigned, this is a food for thought, lecture that wasn't never a pleasure to make the mind grow better, the hearts of those that never known where the red fern grows, the weather grows cold, damn I'm getting to old, too naive to believe that school wasn't cool so I accepted to become a fool
Is this the life for me to believe the thought that we can't comprehend and we are the thoughts that we all are not to determine, we don't understand the circles of life, then we survive the crisis at hand, other can't stand to become a man so they are fallen on quicksand, is I'm a fan of these deciet, no, the ones you shake hand to greet isn't the ones you like to meet, and they suppose to tell we can live life free
we are the debris that entered the dead sea, looking to the sky as a certain degree, love is to much of a definition for to put it in the terms of words, and the thoughts of us can pinch a nerve, but we show lack of action do that still make me a verb, so is it hard for me to say whats the word, zone out from this blurred visions, this is the collison to our decision of precision, we dont know how to listen
pay attention and read between the lines, that the art of war, that the material things we adore is weather with the bore, and the thoughts of you and me are torn, when situation become flip flop, the undercover bodies gotten clopped because the police was the ones that gotten popped, I can go nonstop