Black indigo transcript Listen I feel the bird inside A Budding Rose In Mind Waiting to transform like Optimus Prime Draw me a clearer portrait Cause If life is a book then sheeet I must be illiterate Cant keep friends yes im socially stunted Branded a Prince with no heritage Whom Descended from Mistakes Of Forewoulda Forecoulda N Foreshoulda Fore Fathers Dreaming of Forma Times Fantasy Blurring Lines Channel Surf Flickering born unstable Mind Un fed Staring at da Apple With Baited Breath Living a Lie n playing with death To God Im sorry for not Believing My Flesh is craving when I should be praying. Still learning when I should be Teaching Teachers said I had potential Yet Im still day dreaming at my penical Fickle Eyes see dulchi But ignore these Hands Dry as My reality. Blue printed former me I live a dream within reality Am I a Product of my Society Or the cause of da dis-function of my family My Bible lays silently on my mantel Piece No answers more questions And Im meant to accept humbly?! Sorry if that came across as -Blasphemy But his grace is- hard to see And its hard to be grateful When I havent gotta pocket full Yes I know- I know -I gotta be Mindful of the spiritual But I jus feel alessa fool when I dont have to fight to getta belly Full. I Need to see self in Gods mirror But my flesh is finding comfort under the Devils Finger. praying for Gods favour While drunk off lucifers liquor Bigger dreams then need be Demons tryna convince me God forgive me But at times I was ready to sell my soul to feed ma Pickney At times I feel Unfulfilled Like A mouse with an athletes build Lips sealed unwillingly Prisoner of Words Unsaid I feel like Imma Stranded soul Inna see of moles, All blind willingly Waiting for gravity to take its tole Life is a game we Play unconsciously Minding, with fickle goals Deluded like the fallen Angels Falling yet we say were Gliding Ringing To The Limit in Poly phonic moans But all God hears are monotones Ears fed by fake Tones, By Fake Prophets Playing under the Sheets Profiting From Leading the Meak So I refuse to be Blinker blinded By their hypocrisy. Family convicts me because my life is Tinted like some Misunderstood brand of Enigma so I stand Mentally Distant I feel blessed by the cold. Im so broke my diets are Unintentional, So I keep day dreams atta minimal The Good Book says Im Made in His Image So why is my presence not phenomenal? My thoughts are Fractional But my hand moves are Mechanical My heart hurts so my Pen Must Bleeds Every line is my seed And ur mind is my place to breed inna different category ------------------
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 09:01:08 +0000
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