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Thursday, August 30, 2012

God's Will

It's like I'm cursed, 'cause I AM
Been living with this terrible feeling for so long
People around Me claim to care but it's so wrong
Everytime I think I'm over it and try to move on
Surprise!! Like a Jack in the Box, it returns full on.

On & On, the hands on clock spin, the digits alternate
I breeze through life with out a care, which is far from great
All types of Goals completed & Awards achieved, it's hard to celebrate
Feels as if I'll never graduate or surpass this predestined fate

Confused as fuck, should I Love or not?
Lost in that question but in review, I Love a Lot
Not just more than one but in several other spots
Places I'm neglect to mention, more like stages or plots

In this World so cold, I give My all to aide it's warmth
With all My Soul, I Aim at the Universe and send swarms
Of My essence to protect it, awaiting seeds to be born
That will express the energy of ten of Me, mending all that's been torn

A curse was My gift at birth, My mother in the distance
I spent more time with the nurse, Happiness in attendance
My companionship is the hurt, Asking for Deliverance
All that I'm guaranteed is an Urn or a Hearse, I plea Forgiveness

My Love, My Queen, My Goddess it all hits her the hardest
Hope she didn't misinterpret My affection as steps in My Conquest
I'm just trying to Live Life with the lesser of Tarnish
But My rough parts can't be buffed out with Varnish...

Fuckin' vocabulary makes My agony look like enchantment
When I'm traveling the Galaxies searching for a Heart enhancement
I'm tryna paint the picture without feeding into Rapture
But everything I just described is My Fuckin' Fight with Asthma...

And I hate it, because everytime I think I've escaped it, it comes back and slaps Me in the face with a belt made from Alligators
That were poached after escaping the jungle where armed forces guard the herbs that could all erase this!!!

Life is not a Lie, but Freedom is not a live. The Governments force all inhabitants of this planet to strive. I'm sick of asking why! I'm tired of the trying to achieve what I deserve just to be told I'm denied. If I Fight for it Imma Lose and Die. Unless I build a righteous army that'll be down to ride. Yet the brainwashing and chemicals in the skies continue to pollute the Minds, sometimes I think I'm losing Mine. Because I know the cure for My ailment is alive but they keep it from the people so they can capitalize, from the blood sweat and tears that We cry. Just to stand behind a Microphone and tell Us more Lies. Ha Ha Ha
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