A Friend Once Told Me

A friend once told me, the ideals been raped
like an artist whose mouth has been taped
tempt you with lies and stories of a free state
great, but are you sure you can carry the weight
when you realize you can’t really hate your own fate
but the legacy you leave behind is for you to shape
now if you relate, you’ll know that truth is his trait
life is like a painting, and you got the pen so paint
the pencil portrays pleasure & pain, don’t live in vain
no false claim, never said he was a saint, he ain’t

choose, tears of a sinner or arrogance of a winner
never thought of the starving kids during dinner
full & finished, back to promoting humanity on twitter
no respect, only sympathy, that’s why they are bitter
so be better- than that, look what they all once had

you can run & hide, but you can’t outrun the night
truth you blindly denied, although it was inside- of you
evil glamorized, like the hunt down of the Sioux
even terrorized, until you accept their truth
reason & emotions beautifully mixed in the booth
fascinating and yet so scary, like the Golden Horde
legal, well what’s your frame, the law or the Lord
like chaos restored, modern times tyrants adored
how much death can we afford, before pullin’ the sword
fuck an award, prefer to have my good deeds stored
waiting for the last call, rise righteous once and for all
-ASK