Gotta have Faith
I get to feelin' the worst when I seal in the curse,
Real are the works of God concealed in a person's job...
Subversive nod, agree with the decreed myth ---
Never heard of all of these people who actually need shit...
American dreams are something that seems far...
I need a miracle, I'm spiritual and money's a green scar,
On my heart broken in two, the halves have spoken to you,
I'm scared to smoke seratonin in the zone with the crew...
An old man is waiting, he knows that he's due,
To go with the few things,
Coat, hat and shoe strings he's owed when he's blue..
Lose my focus and spew thoughts that are absent like flu shots,
Bruise cops, Use coke and fuck Sue's throat while dudes watch!
My mood swaps from relaxed to relapsed,
I need traps,
If I do cost myself it's because there's no free facts...
Growth is obtained from lows and going insane,
Being told 'no' and you just keep coping the same,
Done moping, the flame flickers and my brain snickers,
The pain lingers,
There's one opening in my usually trained fingers,
They fly and they trace, race, run awry and misplace,
Chase ideas across the bottom and tops of a page,
I stop and I wait for a lost thought that I make,
Hop in a lake
Of creation that's just too awesome to take...
The point of a lot of this is just to avoid politics---
Fuck discussing if Hillary's better or whether Obama is,
The problem is so much deeper, but roots stick,
And new thick layers are put on top of it, STUPID!
Applaud the distractions like Moss to the sapped limbs,
And rely on what they give you and I when the cash ends...
Just so happens it's what you'd see if it were up to me,
You won't believe it direct so I inject what I teach subtlely...
A gentle persuasion's my intent for mental relation,
Case in point I'd rather connect with then amaze men,
But at day's end I sit still and write out this shit to spill,
And if it's ill I turn the light out and my vision's filled...
Faith is a luxury,
When we love it we pay the price every day,
I know it's fair to think noone's there when we pray...
But how dare we to say that God doesn't exist?
Wasn't he pissed when you blamed him
For every bit of perfection you've missed?
Stop praying for easy street and maybe you'll see defeat,
Nothing easily gained is worth the same if you've seen the meek,
The humble are truly blessed, I guess it's something to shoot for,
To get rich and have the attitude of someone who's poor...
But a few score and some years ago I felt my spirit flow...
It appeared to grow when love was what I knew I was here to know...
links 2morrow.