What We Used To

I've lost my inner ambitions, the tension is rising to the building, the towers are too tall to look onto the floor, the thought of improving I'm often losing focus, the words I've speak is hopeless, a shadow of a land, thoughts that you may not understand, this is rather the cautious of predetermined lessons

As we speak in a matter of art not guessing, which is where we cannot choose our blessings, we got to sit to the pressures of life without pleasure, if the moment it grows more better, than we are looking for trouble, unable to track the time that missed the blessings

We have a heart without blessing, or a mind without question, is this the last lession, but life's never made a mistake, the lessons keeps rolling either we take heed, or chose not to recieve, look at Adam and Eve, so please, spare me, with the air you chosen not to believe

I've lived sick and shup in, the worlds that not depends, things that finished, the only results compounds in the clinic, the world will never stop spinning, rotations, this is what we are facing, the tracing of the outer body that the thought of you trying to rob me

Of my freedom, is it the reason that these words grows and gets colder from different seasons, the pride won't yell treason, there's one man that was perfect then they killed Jesus, the deletion of the completion, the earth was never made

The rich lay in the shade while the poor died playing spades, building more prisons so the police can raid, greedy mentality of i got to get paid, so fuk what you thought that the compounds of the image that we was blank with the decision, we can call the religion, any more of what we used to