(Mischief Makers) Shake Shake

[Mr. J]

Through the eyes of a tiger stands a liar.
any survivors know that the pen is for hire.
give birth to man, plans are no longer required.
rise from ash, Prometheus has given you fire.
you suffer from rage, caged in your ignorance
a minimalist leading you to where division sits.
while the lost hide their pains in syphilis.
their overbearing alone reminds me of Sisyphus.
I raise the gauge whenever the pens to page.
their shortcomings covered by a tint of rage.
motivated by loss so really there is no sense in change.
figured its self abuse whenever one mentions pain.
uselessly abstract, controlled by average plights
minds catching light, reflected high off the satellite
my pen ridiculous, a pharcyde gallery passin me by.
all I see are clouds like cataracts in the eye.
none above, all beneath thats a proper flip.
a rocking raft let loose & dropped off the ship.
lackluster acknowledgments hidden in faulty promises.
bring the titan down with a cold shoulder in the waters calmness.
dedicated products of simpler times, transfixed by life.
fools gone misty eyed over their missing ties...
wade the waters, hope, dream, make sure your wishing is right.
plunge deep pussy, like the panties just slipped aside.
martyrs are the worst when they cater to thirst.
they suck like hard candy trying to savor the worth.
consider every rappers dumb luck as the papers dispersed.
watch that spirit float away...watch the savior observe