Another one from my Wisdom And Poetry shelf, been a while since I dropped one, enjoy.
His story is full of pain, mask on his face, taller signs
Of a history of pain, blood on his face, collar, mind
Telling white lies, it’s like he grew up color blind
It’s all in his mind, prisoner of his own thoughts
Free yet locked up, fighting his own thoughts, yeah he fought
A brave fight, he thought, ‘till errything came to a halt
Shame like cocaine, breaking him apart
It’s salty down the road, in case you’re made to trip
They say revenge is sweet, ‘cause we’re made to slip
Afraid to sip from life’s cup, yeah, life sucks
Errything you have can fly away in an instance like seagulls
We live palindromic, ‘cause backwards it seems evil
Erry scene revolves ‘round addiction like smeagull
It’s like we live underneath a rock ‘till we see the truth like Beanie Sigel
Ironically, when we put off these glasses life seems dull
Scenes full of Russian roulette, cadet’s, that
Seem to revolve ‘round revolvers flashing per sec
Asking no questions, on a quest to mash with the enemy
While they don’t realize that it is their inner deeds
That fluctuate ‘round feeble energy ending thee
Custom made sound of people, it’s an anarchy
And it seems to be on point, like archery, according to me
It’s far from accordingly, a tin rope, hanging from a cord see
Yours sincerely, this is Zu, I tried to end this cordially