It is what it is........so life starts with the means....
but it's always hard to tell what lies beneath the seems.....
can't rise above the green, the decided and ruling factor....
can't hide it we're falling faster, through the cracks it seems....
I'm back to restate the facts with text and pen flow...
with a sick feeling growing, I'd knew I'd be in*flu*ential...
it's not hard, just touch some, leave the rest...
cause trying to change the world will have you bleeding with stress...
and trying to change their thoughts will never happen at best...
cause people's views on self are always second to less...
Rise Above?, new meaning, still choking on old sins...
cause you won't rise above, when you fly with broke wings...
won't uplift, won't re-knowledge the flowing of tiding time...
cause to it we're just children in the primordial slime....
it's deep.....but gets deeper, stakes steeped to get steeper...
and our wages in this life?, in shame are still meager...