as i search for the answers the thrist for knowledge seems powerless as we age/
as we turn the page on another year we must now learn to set the stage/
from sqaulor to fame the fallouts the same who wants their dreams the american way/
the current world and it’s ways makes me scared to say that i’ve been dared to pray/
can we change our path or do we need to endure the stress and hate our past/
so now do i continue to write my wrongs or try to right my wrongs too fast/
we will all soon pass so do you choose to uplift our people or something equal/
let’s just not pray on the bleak few and try not to herd the meek that seek the steeple/
what does god teach you that love is conditional and you should take how people treat you/
do you want to live like this i don’t think so so go out of your comfort zone and seek truth/
where does the journey take me i’m aching for simplicity in my daily routine/
the truth hurts i can’t seem to talk through things one day i hope i can come clean/

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i’m life changing but not law abiding my hands are scarred from writing/
i’ve seen what the prophets have searched for but my vision marred my sighting/
i’m not blind but reminded that without blinders you get scared of the truth/
but not by fiction time we face the facts and it’s about time we dared our youth/
we aren’t headed in the right direction lost on this atlas like columbus/
your words chosen in generally are horrendous but i’m great at this i’m stupendous/
exploring the subterrean landscape what this hand makes will decide this man’s fate/
i still seal deals with a handshake they must be after humans that they can sedate/
easily adaptable it’s practical to force the masses to practice what you preach/
but it’s the greed you actually seek as i see these factions formed by the weak/
you know the individual a benz with tinted windows though and his fists are full/
of bills it’s quite miserable to show that i know more than our elected officals know/
i’m not saying i’m a mensa member but i know that legal tender tempts the honest type/
there’s two things about me i get along with night and even when i’m wrong i’m right/

I  would like to give a shout out to Chris and what he has going on at http://www.nomdeguerre.ca.  I’m helping him put together a graffiti magazine focusing on the westcoast of Canada.  Check out the link.

am i confused as you believe the words of the offspring of the virgin mary’s womb/
my views are rarely used i still feel that the world will only get more scary soon/
so i need an escape cruise to wherever my fate will allow my soul to be free/
i now hold the key and no one seems to be holding me back i’m not forced to agree/
as my mind gets lost in the forest greens the sea it’s no longer foreign to me/
it’s wonderful to see but to me societies problems are stored in the streets/
we all need to be able to create our dreams and not lock them away for years/
why do we stray when fear creeps our way or do what it takes to keep yahweh near/
as i paint the portaits of orphaned souls with tainted ink on a ruined canvas/
this made me think maybe it just our brush strokes but who understands this/
i feel their life as it surrounds me but also see the black clouds that follow/
who is the one that is hollow what i observe daily often makes it hard to swallow/
does god know he doesn’t exist i would rather have the dj save my life anyway/
my life is perfect as long as rent is paid and i have my family and friends today/

we need to escape the grasp of these pythons the real snakes in the grass/
i’m trying to do the math but what i’m seeing doesn’t add up to the facts/
my soul is rather intact but i miss that comfort and the support from you/
still the same or a newscast filled with ninty percent fake news and some truth/
if i could i would deface the koran and break the cross jesus died with/
so we didn’t have to argue about who can use of allah as i cry myth/
my hatred of religion runs deep some seek to find a holy figure/
the death toll will get only bigger and i can compare some to hitler/
if you could turn back time would you change for the better of us/
i wrote a letter as such but right now that doesm’t matter too much/
as a matter of fact my perception of the financial collapse is ask for it back/
after each investigation we were left with a laugh as they mentioned the lack/
of caring where the bailout goes sail out those who disagree with me/
it seems to be if you want to speak you will get a cop’s fist for free/

i’m always fascinated that i can handle where my mind goes/
but as life passes and time flows i’m asking if your kind knows/
and remind those of the corruptions and lies that i might right/
personally i like life and it’s contents i hold onto tight like/
the grasps money has on us even though we aren’t the ones with it/
but who’s the culprit who can stop it do we need to get specific/
or need to place conditions as we began to map the tension/
i see them tapping into your father’s pension might we mention/
you’re full of apprehension as well hoping here is colder than hell/
they can’t get ahold of their health should they make a mold of themselves/

is this the future the growing greed of these baby boomers/
reporting the rumours from the same cell phones that gave me tumors/
they should have made me sooner cause can envoke ideas with words/
we’re being steered off course but of course we will change our ways/
before the praying mantis closes it’s grasp but it’s complex they say/
on checks these days i’m seeing way to many zeros/
and i fear those that case a dark shadow on our supposed heroes/
they move in silence and screcy whenever they want to/
why don’t they flaunt the truth their lies are just used to taunt you/
are our habits killing us softly as we hope our song doesn’t end/
or is that the part that keeps us sane we hope to pretend/
so i share some smoke with a friend and conversate/
he tells me about a one world government and we don’t have long to wait/
are these songs of hate or just cries to shed the pain we feel/
our words are being maimed you deal with it with something stainless steel/

are we able to hide behind the image our reputation creates/
personally i hate that a few wrong moves can dictate your fate/
so don’t move in haste just wait it takes a bit of patience/
but i’ve been waitin since 9/11 to see the truth of the masons/
now my wit’s been wasted hitched on the back of my dying soul/
as i see way to many die below the poverty line buying hope/
they just stay high to cope as the police still be eyeing folk/
i’m a nice guy i know you have thoughts these are just mine i wrote/
commiting sins i think but the crimes are few and far between/
we still be killing the world with cars it seems as i harbour screams/
you make it hard to dream and you shatter what little remains/
bush and hitler flow through the same vein we can’t maintain/
a one world party system we need to put their doctrines too shame/
most of us aren’t opting for change we are just to lost in the pain/
misguided by this broken debate between the likes of good and evil/
try to see the good in people who praise god and behold the steeple/