Forecast

Tired of being confined being defined not willing to listen always dismissing me as just another number on file Im washing away the denial they can't seem to understand so I have to follow a different plan fuck the system an its intricate lies that keep the truth hidden from so many eyes I'm still trying to refine my vision I have plenty of inquisitions that might arouse suspicion among some call me in because you consider me a threat its your best bet make me disappear because I won't let the government steer me away from my vision labeling me with a meaningless definition call me a terrorist because I resist to swallow the garbage they speak bleak view, but its true if I only knew more, but they hide behind to many closed doors bad communication with the rest of the nation accuse me of treason, but I need a reason when asked to follow someone elses lead I'm not gonna bleed for hidden creed that I'm not allowed to truly see I arise the doubt so others can sprout questions and send them in the governments direction just don't be surprised if your met with rejection find the cure to infection head in your own direction money isnt everything as they make it seem read in between the lines differ the truth from the lies make of it what you will kick back an chill smoke a jay an always critique what they say we aren't all predicted to be the same I'm not what their forecast had pictured I'm a lost thinker writing deep scriptures knowledge is power the less questions we ask the longer they hide behind the mask were already under their submissions at any time they can cause some serious incisions weve been on file for quite a while public schools just one of their tools to half ass educate fools the dmv, social security we ain't truly free without hesitation they can erase our existence its a fucked up reminder knowing that I'm living in the grinder always on the spin cycle till I'm laid to rest society doesnt hold your hand its hard to understand, but thats life I progress hoping to achieve some insight living right by my definition it varies compared to what you deem to be correct I know I'm not perfect an I don't try to be I just continue till my heart fails to beat breathing in this air of despair turning it into a better coefficient to make do with the cards I've been dealt everything I do isnt always felt as I would hope just have to cope so who's the government to tell me who I should be just another opposition shaping me to be a fucked up rendition of life