History has it that it was on the 11th day of september.
Some of the days I grew up, still remain as clips of a video in my head.
I wish I could bring them all back and do what I really want with them in my head.
Many days come and go... Many men come and go...
I am now a little aware of what is happening around me
So much more to understand why it is difficult for everyone around me,
To give life the meaning I expect from them..
Anytime I wonder what life has become, I doubt I could really want to make someone else to really come.
A world that no one can fully explain to my satisfaction,
Yet we all are striving for something we have tagged satisfaction.
With unlimited wants and scarce resources, my thoughts are my only true resources.
Life is Good, death is much better and knowing this is best....
I could end my life... Since life is vanity upon vanity...
Somehow they say that's not the best...
So this entity is not really done, until I can cause mutiny.
The government has Guns, everyday one soul is on the Run....
The pastor preaching heaven and fun... Yet we all are just used as a pawn..
No peace in this part of the universe... I wish I find peace from writing this verse...
Can wishes be horses, so that everyone can ride?
Am sure i am sounding like someone who is on a ride...
The reason why there is no eternal life with the life we see now....
The reason why there would be a time a nigga wouldn't know how.....
life is a movie, and my director yell cut?
Even with all the money, a life that is done, would be caught..
Seating on my thoughts and thinking, one day I would be dead....
Even those that love me, would still find away to eat bread....
I should recite the apostle's creed, but am the beginning of a new breed.....
Blame it on my greed, experience and exposure has said what life can be....
Read this news feed, my experience and composure is ready for what death could be..
Heaven or hell? A nigga cannot tell....
Life or death? A nigga gotta yell and be well...
I am aware I can be what I could be.....
I am aware what I make of life, is what life could be.....
Am just not sure, earth is a safe place to keep under existence.....
Left to my ambition, I would end the human race, fuck their existence...
It pays nothing to live under pretence...
Hope and faith just to put your life in another sentence..
Life is a dream I wish...... But this is all real.....
We all have pain as a feel..... I bet you hate this feel....
I love life.... I hate pain..... No pain... No Gain..... What is the gain? When everything is vanity upon vanity.....
When am gone.... Tell them I fought for value of the title called Life*
If we must live... Let's live and let live....
Else, it is high time we all died and had a rest of mind.....
That's only if the mind could then be laid to rest.....
Am sorry I speak in this kind, am just telling you what my soul has to find....
A means of portraying my ambition even if I don't survive my mission....
_CoperatestreetBoy*
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