Topical Life For Hypothetical Realities
i was 13 when i was told not to live my life
so i lived it to the fullest...young and foolish.
as i journey through the stupid .....
narcoleptic martyrs who were raised on the same bullshit.
..................i know what i know.....
shit ill never praise a philosophical phrase
or direction.years transfer to days
a thousand years and no answer to the question.
as for me...im well versed in the cycles of the universe
so each day everything that has will be so i rehearse
for the day my clock .....stops..........giving
ill be known when i die but id rather while i was living.
im only me now take me as i am
been here 25 years so there's no changing this man.
i'll just take the "n" replace it with the "m"
ying and yang back to who i am from a.m. to p.m.
and back again.
i walk with the same face..in any named place
so if im a famed case its for where the soul stands
and evry dna strand clothes me leaving feeling liberated
cause nothing that drapes me labels me fabricated.
how do i wake the sedated? aid them
but not have them medicated....
sleeping giants take help as an excuse to be tyrants.
in the end ................
my enemies become friends and pledge the wrong alliance
but thats how life goes...no...if i fallowed the way things flow
by the time i reach the fork in the road id be to old.
now what ive learned shouldnt be a concearn
so those listening with no soul just leave theories confirmed.
ther world is a soap opera with minute by minute asshole
in the end im playing my role in this episode.
what i got now is an autobiography written in 3rd person
but im the 1st i just dont which is my version.
i been a mand child and virgin...funny isnt it?
bad things come in 3 which explains my conversion.
ill speak to my gaurdian angel which odly resembles a nymph
still i ask about god and was told mine was a myth.
i still havent found what i seak in this labrynth mess and mayhem
and to make woarse i havent found a reason to give an amen.
i figure ill sneeze if i want to be blessed
buy an iron if i want to be pressed..
with the day to day routine spring clean cause my 365 is a mess.
who am i? the guy who walks through the valley of death
with no hope"tell life goes on" and get called a prick beneath they breath.
i have nothing to eat ............
so i dijest what i injest and drink the swet i sacrete
how about deceit and defeat?now that ive tried it
i want more but its time for me to diet
