I often want to run away but there's nowhere to run In my darkest of hours, I considered the gun I just want for the Sun to shine its light on me More cloudy days than not is what life seems to be
Is it me, my destiny or am I just acting weak? I'm striving on a daily to reach my mountain's peak As I peek over the horizon, I can barely see the light I'm tired of all the turmoil but yet I still fight
Is my sight distorted? Am I just being pessimistic I'm looking for the answers but they're all cryptic Mystic or did I...
Would you sacrifice the many to profit the few? Would you take a blind eye if it didn't effect you? Overlooking its great detriment to other people Treating them like pawns so that you'd feel regal
Or would you aim rounds at the crowns of the aristocracy? Bringing to fruition the true definition of democracy Resurrecting dreams that seem to have retired to the catacombs Helping the lost and forgotten rise up out of Poverty's tomb
What would you do if you had the power to make a change? Would you stick with the status quo and keep things...
The eyes expose those secrets that lie behind the disguises They're the windows to our souls no matter what the guise is Emotion arises into these window panes when devoid of shades Displaying anger, pain and many other things that our words evade
Evading telling of our reality by charismatically saying that we're ok Then behind closed doors nobody knows that we're barely getting by day to day Hoping one day that sun rays breakthrough the dark clouds Destroying mounds that have turned into mole hills that make us feel down
I can be the bad guy if that's the role that you'd like for me to play I could play it well, better than Denzel did in Training Day Or Pacino in Carlito's Way if you desire for that side to arise and be erected Best believe that what you'll never see is me appearing dejected
So much floating in my head that it feels like I'm drowning And distilled spirits want me to partake of it by drinking Swimming in the bottom of some bottles but I won't succumb That could lead to another affliction of an addiction that'll make me numb
I've learned to fortify my heart to prevent it from being torn apart As I've embarked on my journey of life with pics like Gordon Parks' Displaying scenes of an array of things including heartache and pain And everyday that I continue to play pushes me closer to being insane
The brain can only contain but so much before it begins to atrophy All that it'll take for one to break is a major catastrophe But it'll never be me on the T.V. that you'll see who committed suicide You're much more likely to find me as the shooter in a homicide
Sometimes our problems even invade our dreams Bringing to fruition an addition to our suffering Causing a decrease in nights of peaceful sleep Making it harder and harder to count them sheep
Deep within our psyche residing in our subconsciousness Are alien thoughts from the dark side of our consciousness Trying to resist our attempts of moving on from our storms Partying like it's the ninety's and they're in their college dorms
As all of the noise rings on inside of our heads It causes us to toss and turn nightly in our beds It's...
It seems like the wealthy stealthy control everything Yet somehow we keep our smiles like the caged bird that sings Making us mentally exhausted without the means to stop it Seeking out our peace from the sheets of a book in the pulpit
Is this as good as it gets for those who are not rich Do they craft and tailor make our pain stitch by stitch Until insanity rips through the seams and destroys our dreams Dreams of obtaining loot getting the boot by the dream deans
The deans of this institute who are referred to as the one percent ...
Devils wearing Prada work harder than fathers of bastard daughters Killing more hope than dope that's used to cope by those in The Carter In New Jack City there's so much misery that's been imposed throughout history As they vehemently keep going on killing sprees that's reported on the T.V.
It's a mystery why so many fail to see this reality Willingly assimilating to everything complacently Cock blocking dreams of Kings from mountain tops Deferred like song birds that disperse around cops
Unarmed bodies drop nonstop with no end in sight ...
If your woman crush Wednesday was named Tuesday Would you also post throwback pics of her on Thursday Would you be perceived as thirsty if you displayed admiration for her everyday Using your wordplay to convey all of the things you've been afraid to say
On freestyle Friday would your flow let the world know that she's your lady Then make love to her after she concurs on the following Saturday Causing her to conceive your son by the time you're done on Sunday Then announce to everyone that the bun in the oven is coming on Monday
I'll be the one living in the abyss of the aftermath So I'm the only navigator who'll choose my paths There's three sides to every story but only one talks The other two keep muzzles on choosing not to bark
What's done in the dark eventually comes to light As they all exit stage left I choose to be out of sight Behind the scenes where I've been the entire time Being the foundation of that stage & spending dimes
Their crimes are defined as being in line with extortion One audaciously stated she should've had an abortion PEOPLE,...