Life's Truth
This is about the low points of human life. There is no surviving without pain and we have to decide, each of us, if we want to keep living in a world like this. Suicidal thoughts, depression, the change of our lives from one side of the spectrum to the other, how we can be good and then turn evil in a split second. Life is tough and these are a collection of thoughts of a person at the bottom of their game.
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I feel pain created by me and my brain
It seems my presence on earth is a stain
Since birth my essence was debated
Hunger for blood is never sated
Clever makes it, but not forever
Crumbling cake, can't say never
From mud we're made and mud we return
We're up all day and at night we burn
I can say I fight but we're here to learn
Beer is to plan to spend what we earn
Most people go through without a yearn
And they turn without direction
We see different reflections
Militant men turn to cowardly carcasses
Model citizens to classic narcissist
I'm taking pills so much it's like I work as a pharmacist, cleaning off the shelves and surfaces
We belong in the places with no names or faces
Now we're stuck with no laces
I could tuck away my past like lost races
But most races wanna be independant
The cost of freedom is chaos, no bending or breaking, just shatters
No words we speak matters
We die or live, I prefer the latter
I love speaking and living but then again I'm the spitting and lyrical leaking rapper
Man reduced to mumbling slappee
The slapper being the girl wearing the pearls
Freeing the world tearing down in a swirl
Seeing the end of the tunnel's light
Thinking why bother to stay and fight
The rocks mother was a dog in the night
The human stock spread like a fogs flight
The struggle is muddled with pure survival
What's the point in living when quality is vital
This joint you're sniffing, quality
Your mind where you're living, no quality
You might aswell die here on the spot
Fly to the motherland, hell or not
Understand what you've got
Shocks roll through your spine bones
Lines, spliff to smoke and drink with coke
Awake and been woke to sounds of murder
Dream resonates in there and further
Shit won't stay straight, life throws a curver
You're the prey and bait in life's alleyway
The fight is the will to survive another day
Wasteland is for no man, which is this land
So can we stand? first we must land
© M P WEISS 2017
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