Why it can't be understood
**** to the chest
blade ready to **** flesh
dont realize how blessed
he really is compared to the rest of the world
possessed with some girl
obssessed with the curls in her hair
and he rests with headphones in his ears
tears flyin denyin, that hope is right here
and he raises the sharp edge at the peak of his fear
demons is near at the brink of the pier, anchorin they boats and he doesnt see as they leer
his mind is runnin and he believes nobody has care
he wishes that he was in anothers place
Scarface plays in his mind and he's raisin the bass as he's layin to waste
thinkin "I'm better off if I laid in a case"
sin progresses with its tastes as it reels him in
but he cant lose enough to quit and Jesus still defends
its deep, uncomprehendable by others
his praise is undefined in the eyes of his brother
not yet fully expressed but he's embracin the fact that he's blessed
the vision is given and he's lookin for his success
he's no longer loveless
notices that his hope for tomorrow is present and real
screamin at storms
as his bodily residents feel
lust and temptation, desire to be accepted by the nation
but reality is that its an ongoing war
no stalements in this world its gotta be either-or
though they be the enemy at times he's feedin their sores
and housin their ****
although never long enough to do weekly chores
his bravery is satire cause he doesnt desire for his life to retire for his home's sands
his main goal is to make the enemy die for his homeland
he sighed for his old man
took a shot to the chest
he's taken a bold stand
the enemy gets holes in his vest
its all hard to explain and comprehend, as he sends, this message of how sin wishes death upon many men
it wished death on this man and still does till this day
depressed and opressed through these lines he escapes
THAT HIS WAY!
God said that he'd never put more on us than we could bear
God reveals to him his way out as his mind climbs the air
blends with words and past experiences
as he still wonders why?
earphones still in his ears at night as he thinks on whats nigh
what event could be headed towards him?
where is his hope for tomorrow?
realization-it's in God's hand not in the blade of sorrow
Thanks alot for readin it yall. I'm not really a poet or anything but sometimes you just gotta clear your mind and I do it w/ lyrics or poetry sometimes. Just what was on my mind ...
O yea and I called the post not quite ready cause I'm barely ready to be lettin my thoughts hit the air like that...just had to say that cause it sound like im bein arrogant like im the hit or somethin lol.