Art and Poets

[Intro]
I saw myself in the eye/
The space is light/
Truth is stretched/
Over our heads/
And we can’t stop/
A reflection/
Of an idea/

[Verse 1]
I was young and naive, I imagined every dream/
There was never any questions of the end it would be/
With my momma and my sister, held on to beliefs/
Little boy, got it figured out, or so it seems/
Telling tall tales, Billy and Mandy/
Death on your side, inverted reality/
It hurts when they lеave, like the sеasons I forget/
Can't feel anything, no time spent/
Drop in the bucket, drop of the casket/
Coming at you fast kid… drive slow…/
Near death… No matter what happens.../
You grow cold… you reap what you stole/
To the end, chosen you. Senseless/
Fight back, make it count. But it’s useless/
Ticking, passing by, have to pick, eyes on the prize/
Market goes up, some is gold, chasing higher highs/
You gotta be bold, catch a fade if you run your mouth/
We don’t sleep… cousin of death/
Fate, destiny, what have you, what’s next?/
Case closed, fell through, ignore or accept/
Spectrum, full of light, praise to the lord/
Prophets, saints, you drop to the floor/
Damaged goods, c-note, cutthroat/
Elements, Optiks, what the fuck do you know?/

[Verse 2]
Preachy at the pew that you hang on to/
The words hit different, tell me all your sins/
Running down the halls, artists and poets/
Philosophers great, ad mortem in your motherfucking face/
No degrees, can’t calculate the risk/
Gospel of your grace, foaming at the mouth/
Fumble with your lines, and you just might die/
Running out of time, hell on earth/
Fallen angels, reign fire from the sky/
Michael with the stroke, time flies/
The Kingdom of God is Within You/
Paradox, protestants, absolved from hate/
Trial by fire, burn them at the stake/
One nation under ***, and it don’t mean shit/
Pursuit of Happiness less melanin of skin/
Passions of the Soul, Nirvana, Something in the Way/
All Apologies…/
I’m sifting through the Misery/
Nightmares and Dreamscapes/
Fresco Venetian at the seams of our imagery/