Millions of ways to walk down life's path
Billions of ways to sample the mic's wrath
But dont write past the red margin
Cause the pen goes out of control like carcinogens
When you spill the ink, time is frozen
For every hour is valuable, seconds are stolen
Green gardens are ravaged in stanzas
As reality distorted like the Easter rabbit or Santa
Endangered black and white like pandas
It never ceases...
Implant the mentality in are heads we will never get the diseases
Do what feels and pleases, feel the passion
For the questions are answered, so conceal the asking
Reveal the blasting and commercialism expressed
The bias and ugly realism would leave Hitler impressed
3 white kids, but the black one gets arrest...
Lord, Buddha, it's all God for the reason we get appalled
Is that if we only reply when addressed...no one would speak at all
Step down the area where the devil once crawled on earth
I haven't weeped tears, besides the pain I balled at birth
Everyone wince from pain, crush your dreams like pinched-aim
You shouldn't be with a mic anyways, if nothing significant to say
If you had 24 hours to live, would you have second thoughts?
Because if you decided, debated over time seconds would be lost
...Trifling over recognition is like an incision to the heart
How are you gonna accomplish life, when your ambition won't start?
The beast of the mark... is it reversal...
That I am poor when underground and wack when commercial
Breaking and breaking during the intermerals, for the love
Humanity; the grim on the tiolet seat too thick for the toothbrush to scrub
Jesus' whip marks too harsh to back rub, and we cause
The loss for our retreat, when television and daily routine gets tossed
Into a salad of...nothing...I can't reach people with relating ballads
Just like I can't have success in rap without stating madlibs
Or being myself, cause in this land of giants, I am an elf
Without knowledge of self, rich of mind like cerebrum wealth
But in contrast, my walk ain't so bad when we look at them
While we pile dollar bills, homeless need garbage for stacking
I hear "back in the day" too much for real comfort
My skin irritates like paint peals in my sunporch
The sun scorch, scorches like the truth expelled by the government
It's like it's disaster happening when the blanket of sincerity smothers-men
...Take the chance sometime and watch the horizon gap out your window
Cause the tall tales of the sky blazes colours with astrological symbols...
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Pinacle and the ~Phriction~ my mind posseses...
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Peace.
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