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a new way of looking at... writings >> eric honea >> work in progress |
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So I'm Blessed with another day of conformity As I race to be accepted by a majority Though disgusted by the road thats in front of me When I get there...I'll be disorderly For my god(s) brought me to this higher level But this side is said to be lead by the devil Until Finally I transform...to the place we're all born As an intellectual...I realize the cycle is perpetual .....So I write rhymes to suppress my stress .....to help things get off my chest .....convince myself that I'm so blessed .....but things could be better I guess So What would I do If I were King for a day Any thing I want Any Single Way Even Pussy gets old and I starts to stray I wonder If I could be that King for a Day Or what about being that man for a year Would I solve problems to get jobs done Or would I fear a god who put me here Am I really better off than My peers .... So I write rhymes to suppress my stress .....to help things get off my chest .....convince myself that I'm so blessed .....but things could be better I guess Some people are born poor peasants at the Holy days..I give out presents Some people are born with white collars...grow up to be intellects and scholars well everybody in a ruling class...and everyone in a lower caste We all have the SAME FLAME to pass.... Like Un Lit Candles Of Wax .... So I write rhymes to suppress my stress .....to help things get off my chest .....convince myself that I'm so blessed .....but things could be better I guess So I know you must have a master plan... Everybody is doing the best they can before I had a car I ran...while holding scissors in my hands I used to be seen slinging green...then My wallet got tight when I discovered white So I pulled of this Road I's driving down..... No where to go but I had to turn around...Gold digging for greenbacks...to stuff in Phat sacks W/ pockets so full I had to pull away from my inner source I fell off my path.... Found my self in SCHOOL doing MATH .....So I write rhymes to supress my stress .....to help things get off my chest .....convince myself that I'm so blessed .....but things could be better I guess |