So this is the first in a series of writings I’d like to share with this community. I don’t really get to show them to anyone I know cause most of them don’t understand so I’m rather excited to find a forum for such a thing.
sitting in a room full of blank faced stairs
looking for life but i know its not there
here in the physical sense
and i know i should be content
but when everyday feels like lent
and your the sin then where do you begin
to let these beings in
if the beginning and the end have no clear cut difference
and the end of the beginning is as muddy as interference
then where do we start to put back together all the peices?
how does one aquire them all going mano y mano con leaches
everybody is trapt inside there own badly written fairy tale
because its scary to fail you can pick up your check in the mail
theres holes in this pale so it will never be competely full
almost feels like a slaughterhouse to the bull
no matter how hard you try you find yourself back where u started
like the door at the end of the hallway always getting farther
and as soon as you think you got a master plan its thwarted
everything is contorted so this space odyssey must be aborted
the whole organism is growing a wart in itself
and chemically manufacturing hell
on an old time plantation in the lower regions of society
while everyone on the top spends there time tryin to be
the most classy mother fuckers that you could ever fuck with
trying to hussle and bussle but you can’t get much quick
things take time and if i carefully oblige then maybe i could rise and push against the tide
the problem with this mind is it coinsides with a rhyme that spends little time with busting nines
for you to recline and listen to these lines you’d have to do time making money to buy it first
this isnt a situation i intended to be a part of its the way things are run and so i must sustain
but sustaining proves to be bad khmarmically so its getting harder to see
and harder for me to move without feeling like im stealing
from people i dont know, people with feelings
people i never see and people i see everyday
people in 3rd world countries and people in LA
anybody that interacts with anybody is making a transaction
thats the problem with a system that requires value-less paper
is in order for me to get from point a to point b
i need money and how do we get money?
money comes from jobs that you need 4 years of education to obtain
and once u get this job its highschool all over again
office politics make for slapstick funnys
but the reality is less humurous then eric and rummy
im only writing this because i felt like it had to happen
im a man of action but my actions have been factioned as unlawful
if i was to go out now and revolt i’d be here in 4 years looking like a fool
so without choice to do as i please the need to breathe is becoming imperative
if you’d like to bring some fresh air to my world that would be a great narative
all i need now is a clean cut way out like a man on high ground looking for a way down
but everywhere i turn i need money but the 9-5ers anthem rings in my ears like an old mans bum knee
its not that i mind spending 8 hours of a day working
i just wish some of that work was really worth it
or at least relevant to me personally
and i have trouble expressing this thru action so i decided to do it verbally
life is a torrential downpour of stimulus and we’re supposed to respond
but breaking the bonds to our natural life is something of which i am not fond
for i believe in order to obtain and sustain life we need to revert back
start living in harmony with nature, you’ll see it gives back
the reason that everybody is lost in their world is that their world is manufactured like future boys and girls
this isn’t what we were born into this is the life that was made for us
in the image of its maker riding thru it daily on a tourbus
in some senses you could say these people are god
creating a society in which everyone will abide
nobody wants to break the mold the consequences too severe
everyone sits in their classrooms and learn only of paul revere
“the british are coming” they long came and gone kid
and your dough eyed in your chair lookin like your lost kid
this is the issue is that complacency is the best means to survive
but we can thrive in a world that is more direct
no middle man no exchange of useless artifacts
i give you what i have you value it and give that value back
sense this seems to make sense to me but nobody else cares to see
currency is roundabout and a direct transfer makes most sense logically
where was it written that man was the greatest species to exist?
yet as we drive ourselves into the ground we do persist
to try and try to get more out of life
but we can never be satisfied because we are parisites
symbioses is the path to true salvation
godliness and captiolism only bring damnnation
we need freedom liberation and sustainability
but its you preaching freedom thats killing me
so how free am i when im at the beck and call of your system?
where to eat some food i need to get with it
if i want a house i need money for that too
sorry i cant afford to keep my hair pretty like vidal sassoon
the point here is i can’t lead a life in the manner i deem most enjoyable
and everyone tells me i need to get a better hold
on a reality, which is apparently what they’ve handed us
but doesn’t anybody remember when the natives traded land for trust?
they had no concept of property so when the white man was robbin me it wasn’t a concept they had created
but now they’re on said land and the papers are mandated
legally this is owned by somebody but the laws that were made that allow that to take place were also made by somebody, that being the most important part
Note:Constructive Criticism Encouraged
