THE REMAINS
the high price of livin concluded off VENGENCE
the kids all fall back off the imortal repentance.
slowly dying to define themselves and the price of livin
the truth held shut and hidden, its earned not a givin.
pressured emotions, Devoted sense fall to the Loyal
yet there is none NOW and not ever will there be a true royal.
secreted diligence pictured yet not executed to perfection.
its like in one ear out the other type of DIMENSION, not to mention.
so you tell me how are we suppose to live, off only bread and water.
kids growin up off drugs with no brother sister mother or FATHER.
no one to turn to, yet the so called upper class still bullies.
were the one strivin when the so called smart one are the one playin hookie!
the truth is right there, if only you'd look for your own SELF.
instead of depending off of other peoplem takin their own wealth.
amandity is so calm, as air is to the Earth's calm BREEZE.
yet when none is done wrong, the JUST! do just seem to say FREEZE!
so i walk down a shadowed path that called the ILL LONELY PATHAWAY!
where hunger and scared kids these days live callin it the remains of the DAY!