Wrote this while THC was in my system. |
Sitting in a box My mind goes over Satan starts to knock And my thoughts take over. The battle within Is like Constant conversation Between good and evil Trying to avoid the collaboration. Feeling outer space I'm lost with in me Going slow motion as my thoughts read envy. I didn't understand much of what people said Because I was too busy smoking this reefer instead. The magic smoke has my soul calm But keeps my mind lost with over sweaty palms. Stuck in a trance, can't wait till it's over Should have never done it but i cant stand to be sober. Lost in an image and lost in direction, My thoughts fill with things that I can't even mention. As soon as I sober i begin to wake up. Clear the blurry vision I'm on a life's fucking mission I thought I was blessed till I made my decision. But still undecided My options are constantly divided. Living life easy with minimum wage Soon enough I'll end up on the front fucking page. "Man gone psycho" with unlimited rage This could be a dream Or This could be my fate. Minds never been right since the 3rd grade I keep on writing because I have an infinite page. Things I've written should have never been exposed Should have been kept then finally disposed. This esoteric agenda is what I grew into Wasn't born catholic but should have been a Hindu Sharp like a Ginsu but what can I say I learn something new like every single day. Soul is calmer now so every night I pray But I don't understand to who yet God or the green men. Sin is inevitable and life is incredible, Not the one I'm living but the one I envision. Sinister minds control the whole fucking world Controlling the masses with 3D glasses The end is near we have free fucking passes But will I just watch or get caught up in the action. |