No thesaurus or rhyme generator
It's like shredded cheese with no grater
My souls chose for something greater
My mind is kind my own motivator
Do you stand with me?
Do you want to live well
Create your own heaven
Or be filled with hell
Do you know a few spoils bunches
Kids in school too poor for lunches
They have us controlled and hunted
Let me tell you the problem my hunch is
The most dangerous game that's life
Complicated and convoluted
It's a chain of Consequence
That's land fill confusion.
They pulling the strings attached to us
The US is on us incredulous
Corrupt on purpose in the open
Consumption leaving no evidence
They just want to win to be right
Just because they can
Accuse abuse bring the fight
Not learn grow and understand
No sight of the bright night light
Be individuals stick it to the man
White guys shut eyes with fake tan
Capsize the capitol eyes that you can
I don't care who reads this
Naruto if no one even sees it
Believe it or not one speaks it
Absurd the world that we live in
Take us out if this humanity
We need order through chaotic calamity
The bullshit spoken by made up insanity
People by the masses losing their sanity
The most dangerous game that's life
complicated and convoluted
It's a chain of Consequence
That's no confusion.
So sit back relax enjoy your fake facts without any of your syntax
You should purge the mind not cut tax take some exlax or chillax
The natural beauty of Mary Jane
Considered schedule one is insane.
Response to your ability in moderation.
It all just rots in your brain full of pain.
Or confess you do it to excess
No stress. It's intense. Peace in tents.
Caged in by a fence buy dollars
Make no sense or cents or pence
My words curse each verse
Some feel a little perverse
That's your opinion and this is mine.
Sticking to your truth until we all find
The answers to the cancers of the youth
Evidence common sense speculation of truth
They hate who you are veggies and fruits.
Why to be heard do you got to wear tie and suit?
I'm not mad I'm just disappointed
The fabric is unraveled disjointed
Future looks bleak but I'm still positive
There's good in the ones we counted.
These times we're designed by the rich
Helping people thrive? What a bitch.
Religions pushing its wicked pitch
Under the covers God's in a ditch.
They don't believe in well-being.
They believe in wealth stealing.
Leave you gasping and bleeding.
Smiles on their faces warm fuzzy feeling.
