"Loose Grip"
 

Harvest the food for thought, karma unveils charm wise,
I feed a bottled world of starving minds, with overly dissolved lines,
Discuss fate within my conscience, and choose my weary wrath in tactics,
People get reversed as a curse and forced to think ass-backwards,
The average person uses 5% of brain capacity,
Like we're blinded to facts, I attack ya syntax with tenacity,
Stress involved evolves into kinetic energy,
Building a protective shield to yield injuries from enemies,
Opposition seems to grow like bacteria in germ-infested pestillence,
Our body's become living mirrors reflecting shit we absorb and dwell in without projecting it,
How come the second guess becomes the demeanor in such a world,
Each person is at sea-depths until you harvest their natural pearl,
I can't explain a percentage of what I'd like to,
Like why do we reconcile if you made me mad enough to fight you,
That's why I enter life's threshold with my fists hidden,
And 6 eyes, just so I see everything I'm hitting,
I never throw a tantrum cause fits render me defenseless,
I'd rather paint a picket fence and die watching re-runs of "Simpsons",
Another thing why are we given life if we're being stripped of existence,
That's a contradiction which "confuses" me like an atheist marrying a christian,
I can grasp the fact that we're forced into natural selection,
But my mind neglects the past and fathoms un-rational deceptions,
Hmmmm, maybe this is my soul and mind conflicting wits,
I'll continue to grow strength through a constricting grip....

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