If you are being attacked by inner demons your mind is powerless. It is your spirit's fight (if you believe) how can you find a way to get the strength to over come? Is it "God"? I am not talking about religion or man's perverted views of who "God" is but if you feel empty and lost maybe it is as simple as this...at least believe in a higher power. It is the only power that can give you inner peace.
What if in your life You were tempted By everything that made you weak Just a thing labeled "sin" Resist and never give in And if a stumble occurred Ask for forgiveness given redemption and have your soul spared
Why do these questions run through my mind? What is it I seek to find? Why does this life seem so simple yet complex?
If you believed and were faithful How would you feel if when you died everything just stopped? No thought, no after-life no 16 virgins, no heaven, no hell. Would you regret not giving in to every temptation that came your way? Would you be glad you stayed pure?
You wouldn't know cause you'd be Dead No soul, no spirit No God, or devil. Just a corpse just a shell Maybe you should've given in
This round one has me Acting all delirious It’s pretty serious I had a thought but fell Into a daze lost track Of my identity started Blasting out obscenities Cheese and rice Hock almighty dang namb it Stupid mother trucker dirty pig fucker (ha ha ha)
The frequency of my ability to do this shit wrong is only going To worsen damn I’m really thirsty Orange kool-aid? Brush my teeth I’ll sort it in the morning 6 hours snoring Toss and turn counting horses And pink whorish sheep
Pick a word from the book and Write another hook Look look! this one rhymes Oh wait no it don’t What happened to my fills My grammar and lyrical skills? Maybe Out the window surrounded By these asses always cutting classes Wait I’m guilty too What’s your excuse?
neglected what have I learned? I know I could easily fall back Into the hell I used to be comfortable in
How can you be comfortable In that Hell? (That Place) How could you want that Pain? (No one knows just how this groundwork came to be)
a well sucking silt drink the bitterness down pacify it’s all I get I only float through this endeavor Let the beast take me back into the darkness that is this life propped up legs barely standing nearly dead
How can you be comfortable In that Hell? (That Place) How could you want that Pain? (No one knows just how this groundwork came to be)
I heard a voice say “Why would you want that back?” "Why desire an overpowering force" "Why not take control, stand your ground?"
Would cutting the throat of this perfectly normal life be so bad? We worked so hard to achieve this American Dream only to find it is in fact the routine that is slowly killing us. If our foundation was a tree our roots would show us being dried out, broken and void of any new growth or life. We are lost in a world of digital noise. It is this deafening sound that separates us more and more personally each day. We are drowning in a sea of bills and are slaves to the making the payment. Yet, this is exactly what we wanted this is what we hoped. The American Dream
