THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[patrown]

i asked the open forum of human kind to believe
and they opened doors of hell exposing their beliefs
asking truth to tell a lie in hope to stay between
the open space left between hope when leaving the scene
it's hard to know what's real and fake when real mistakes take life
like staring at severed veins in your wrists wielding a knife
i couldn't tell the world how to hold on to the threads of reality
but i guarantee the judge's dredd taking hold of falicies..
resting now in piece.. between a million layers of know how and thieves
we can try and still believe it's all true, but then again we all do
it's fall proof. this world we live in where give all
just to watch others step on our face at the moment we fall
will dissolves.. Earth still revolves.. quill's dissolve resolution
but the one's that still live realize restitutions paid by slaves
and we live in the pollution of a society that kills the end of days
will be engraved inside the tomb of a catacomb that's composed
on the testament of my next of kin will control
only my last requests, seeing my last dying breath as my last regret