by darncat:
time s movn n
steps
some say
not me...
i cant do nuthn bt play
(dont give a fuck bout yo wrk anyway...)
like clay
im molded
still always bn scolded
at
fr nt doin what im told
bn bold
thinkn im menstat
it phat
that hat
u wear...
2 cover up yo
nappy hair.
see?
s there a society
that cd b acceptn me
4 me?
our soul cant b denied
r else we will have relied
n the ego.
where we go
we kno
ths is just a lie!
gt 2 give up any gainn idea
it d only way dat we'll evr b freeah
see th
rain
go n flo n2 th plain
train yo mind
2 ignore this
like we do -insane
buddha came
bt then left...
4 some this is shelter like a tent,
bt like a copper cent-
nothin
is meant, if it aint from the heart,
so we creatn art, bt still
playn
th part
separate
Eve
from Adam?
some kinda fantasy...
separate
an ATOM? (that s a insanity)
when shown the
Way
is there anything 2 do bt
pray?
(f thats what u call it)
its all it...
i call it empathy!
Entropy-
is movin
bt has no steps
-we like to divide-
bt nature is herself.
