My reason and purpose is buried deep in the furnace
it's a disease and what's worse is my beliefs tend to surface
with ease and it's worthless to try and appease them with sermons
because these heathens have burdens and I've seen them in person
demons in versions of things coveted leave them beaten and nervous
& bring legions of churchmen to redeem these lesions of curses
attacking the meek with all urges, temptations run high
as I look to the heavens and find a frustration spun sky
twisted clouds of rebuke form instant doubts from the Duke
as affliction waters generational sins which sprout from the youth
the mouth of the truth reprimands imprudence, as it's been forever planned
because if rebellion rebels rebellion then how can our nation ever stand?
it would never pan out, order must be in tact
justly and tracked back to when our authorities would discuss things in fact
there was no "he say, she say", the law was the law with no leeway
now our flaws can be re-worked over time like the draws of a weekday
I don't mean to preach and sound cliche, but our generation needs a replay
to stop people from getting blindsided from the back like a pause on the freeway
i'm at a loss for words each day, as I search for bravery among the cowardice
but in a fog of sourness all I see is static because I know that I'm powerless
fluorescent lights flicker as I pace the corridors of my mind
alienated since birth, I realize I'm just a foreigner by design
as I throw flames to the wreckage, burning graves into resin
i'm proclaming a message showcasing several days in a second
as we lay in depression, we're slaves to recession
and embracing the lessons only raises up questions
our traits leave a threat and our society breaks into sections
because there's no need for motivation when our fate is our weapon
so everyday is a second that we implore on for help
as we lace our boots to the floor we declare war on ourselves
this is our hell, appealing propaganda has lured logic to drown
preaching poison in our ears it's profound.. to hear how toxic it sounds
Unknown Tragedy
Gasoline spills as I drive home after a night of cheap thrills
waking up with deep chills and a hole in my head that only sleep fills
I try to keep still, any movement causes pain in my right brain
keeping my eyes closed tight because any eyestrain causes a migraine
but last night was amazing, worth every penny I spent
I vaguely remember all the beautiful women and the many I met
texts from my boys read "lmao, ur a fuckin trip bro"
which reminded me of throwing my high school rival's phone out the window
there were groups of nudists in rooms, and quite a few were on shrooms
some out of control roughnecks, which explains my bruises and wounds
I ran the table in beer pong, chanting my favorite college cheer song
& after I made the last cup I got laid by some chick wearing a clear thong
the music was blastin' loud, it was quite an active crowd
and the chubby girls from high school were fasting askin' proud, "who's laughin' now?"
it's all just a flash, but these memories are worth the vast suffering
as for the question you may ask, living fast IS all it's cracked up to be
just take a look at the media, it's all about winning your wealth
proving there's no truth to a higher being, so happiness lies within yourself
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you've traveled the world with a destiny, in an attempt to leave a legacy
but it's time you open your eyes to deception & take a look at what's left to see
whether you've looked to the world as an idol, or a blood stained cross
this is where your train stops to show that you've been a victim of brainwash