I trade my thoughts for feelings a wise man thick in his spending
My conscience is spittin these kryptings...I'm still not understandin life's meaning
This heart is sunk underneath me...locked beneath an abstract cage
I must read this chapter thuroughly...but I'm still flippin the page
Stood at an incomperable stage...cease to believe that I have fallen
Lookin back at a narrowed distance...hear a faint whisper thats callin
Is this my time for existence?...or am I being set up for extinction?
Life's situations left me twisted...look for miracles but what is religion?
With God as my witness...whats the reason for troubled tears without forgiveness?
I'm on trial till the day I die...with a case that will never become dis-missed
The talented and gifted...are the reasons spirits have still been mentioned
Creative inventions compliment extensives...they make the smartest decisions
But given the worst inflictions...emotions rise and stay bottled inside
An this innovative population...contemplates temptations of suicide
A beautiful mind eliminated...a useful waste has been demonstrated of this dying race
This is why I'll never understand life...until I've exited this mistake



*If ya'll don't understand the depth of this....It's basically explaining why life can be confusing...An the rare population of the talented(musicians, artists, actors, etc.), can have the hardest time an take the easy way out....It shows what the world is made of...an how we handle it.......

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"Knowledge is intelligence. Intelligence is power. Mind is music, but music is forever." - Trip Marxx

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