It's like some kind of sickness, trying to define existence.
we study ancient hieroglyphics, apply scientific methods
and ignore life's essence; no real answers but we're still persistent.
Life: I try to grasp it, yet forget to live it. And the minute I get it,
it seems the tides shift; stripping me of blissfulness.
Why is it my wrists are slit? They tell me “It's a sickness, you need prescriptions kid”
religion-less, life's a bitch; not even interested in living it.
You can't deny the unseen; recognize the eyes of science are limited.
There are instances when we have visions of the unlimited
too aesthetic and intricate to be explained by physicists.
So don't deny the premonitions you get, savor it like your last cigarette.
Life at its simplest once existed now it's decimated by businesses.
It's all corrupt and senseless, even with rap they let the missiles hit.
Seems the whole world's like “fuck what's legitimate.”
Theres kids enlisting in militant missions killing innocents
We need spiritual assistance, we need religious coexistence
People say I'm over-realistic...
deflating egos; making people not seem so gifted.
I came to bridge the distance between fact and fiction.
A victim of my own wisdom, I consider it a hindrance.
Lighting spliffs, getting lifted is my only leisure
and I won't lie: writing this descriptive shit is a slow procedure.
I'm just an overreacher, you can call me your chosen leader.
So theres no need to try'n vote, just feel these lines I wrote
Too many planets on my shoulders that my spine is broke.
Its over, seems like my mind is choked; lifeless, tied with rope.
My eyes are closed, can't to cope with all this hopelessness.
Here lies my soul, or whats left of it, dead and motionless.
Feed if u read niggas
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