ventilation

Far from simplistic plenty have missed it just another number to the governments statistics
Its hard to breathe knowing I carry my heart on my sleeve
I acknowledge the reality that plenty are willing to deceive me in a heartbeat for their own need
A part of a different breed I don't place my faith in the system its been over run by a well hidden corruption I fail to see it function a presumption held in conjunction by abstract beings constantly peeling the labels that never seem to stick better known as a misfit continuing to progress an adress lifes twists an turns with a dope verse
Lyrical depictions to help me cope with the inflictions I've been dealt all my verses are always heartfelt I talk about lifes losses an gains the pains of an adolescent seeking dead presidents a fucken rebel not ready to settle I'm in love with music so don't confuse it I can care less if I'm not well dressed pockets dry ill still have a good time my thoughts an some ink is all I need to make the critics think, but thats never the reason it will never be I write to be set free engaged with the blank page till death separates us apart thats where my heart resides on the various pages as I continue to walk through this concrete jungle remaining humble an real till my body crumbles my soul will forever tumble through the wind like a bird without a home my rhymes will forever roam