How come When you want to help, or be helped It’s hell Get played like free cell But they don’t free cells Least when profits keep swelled At the expense of other Peoples free will For cheap thrills We find our societies position Be enticed with pleasure Or be punished for resistance Theres no stomach for stoicism Let's bring into fruition Listening and good intentions Instead of alienated decisions Be the difference.
Work with me not against me Man my patience is empty No envy left in me Ain't impressed with legacy Empathy is the ingredient You're missing in the recipe It's everything The salt and pepper seeds My proof theory is that Ain't have to prove s*** Theres so many factors That vary, carry into success Or lack thereof, It's a crap shoot So you have to Do unto others What you'd have them have do True Compassion
They only tell you what you can’t do Not what you can Options are limited Stop signs and red lights like Roxanne No options are there Nothings offered its not fair Yet they dangle the prospect Out there in the air Of fame and prosperity And all that hogwash Nonsense, advertisement Feeding the harvest crops I’m not falling man You already got us Hopping over obstacles That's everywhere propped up But you can't con us No more, no sir We don't serve the conglomerate When we broke it don't work.
You better think twice Whatever lies you're peddling, I ain't settling with whatever My ties be severing Trying to better my life Not forever convalescent Check the supplements Collecting up there on my dresser Time to forget em Step up, be adept and adapt No longer adopting The option to drain untapped Be abstract, like Jackson Pollock With no toll or cost, hardwork Struggle is artwork Go ahead and let your art flourish.
What we can’t live with Won’t ever let us be And eventually it will rear it's head Like a venom sting From an unoffending frog Beautiful, soft facade But don’t dare touch it Cause you might catch darts Tenderly poisonous You must always adjust To not disrupt the comfort Avoiding through mistrust May get rushed to the gurney bus You are not impervious to this But give in to the mayhem And gain some tolerance
I’ve got a dysfunctional Limbic structure or something Biological, I do not know It’s obvious for nothing The cause a long list of theoreticals I probably checkbox them all While my baffling episodes Continue to sprawl Awkwardly and all that Brain matter in constant combat Make contact with true self Now thats a hearty laugh But I'll fall for that.
Sick of feeling boxed in Parts of me, I do not understand The underhanded advice offered Identify and prosper plans Find your competent qualities And fit in proper The only thing that I have discovered I do not fit the slot marks To one thing or another Man, where is the comfort The southern comfort Always having one foot in gutter The other in the shrubs Why am I so unsure Call it an “ imposter” trait What am I good for My sense of hope Is the simple knowing tone The understanding that comes From those similar souls.
The dark night of the soul Every fortnight or so A cycle, a downward spiral Revolves into a black hole Black yet brightening Blinding light undistinguishable Over-stimulated, saturated Mindless and visceral
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Inner vision of what you intend Can manifest against the grain Upending the expectations Prevalent in everyday If Ferdinand the bull Presented his way on stage And spent the event grazing The daisies gentle and tame Would we accept it? Is that unstable for a bull To be humble and docile Are we impartial and marginal? We must revoke his “ nature” Like to unscramble a picasso Cause it’s not natural to us Like we feel that it ought to Our human nature Is to change what's wrong "logically" Instead of accepting uncertainties And agree to disagree.
Release your need to achieve To be the receiving end of everything Please don't deem Achievement enviably Direct recognition With abbreviated letters To be addressed for success Your are subsequently better Than whatever headers is left With the rest of us At least that's how it's perceived No phd etc Separate you and us Pretentious vs the plain janes We just maintain Never cultivate our brainwaves Stuck on the perception One another's misdirection Is why we suffer collectively If only we got the message