~Living~Confused~


eyes laced wit blood, from tried racy drugs
despise hated thugs, for sellin dried hybrid nugs
but shy wit emotion, for strained tempered anger
why put in motion, plans to uproot certain strangers
indanger freinds and family, for yurning for the devils candy
they selfishly cant stand me, much like a dried beach thats sandy
I look in my past to mention, not to make such a rash decision
to clash wit persission, is only to amask the opossition
to mess with gods vision, is to touch certain death
and my persprent breath, will shiver under churnin derrest
the streets are like a book, flooded with many characters
from theives to rottin crooks, they find a way to fare and stirr
and its sad to see, to live in such mental agony
the anger? are they mad at me, runnin my soul till its raggedy
and my stomach begins the turrnin, Oh how I feal the burrden
of having an opinionated psyche, Oh my soul is burnnin
churnnin deep inside, and yet the evil continues to arise
oh happily I would ablige, if I could only retreat the lies
shall my life begin to tighten, should the evil become the frightened
if only the truth should rippen, will you meet the good and inlightened


~heven always awaits the living~