I was thinking on how things should be
If man could save man would he?
every pro was once a rookie
the insurance man is yet a bookie.
So it's deeper than just a look see,
a surface glance will never hook me,
Just then it came on the T.V.,
a travesty inside it shook me,
a boy is dead another crook's free,
1 minute is how long it took me,
I grabbed my hoodie!
If man could save man would he?
every pro was once a rookie
the insurance man is yet a bookie.
So it's deeper than just a look see,
a surface glance will never hook me,
Just then it came on the T.V.,
a travesty inside it shook me,
a boy is dead another crook's free,
1 minute is how long it took me,
I grabbed my hoodie!
Creeping in the early morning hours I wander out the side door and around the corner up the street way down, silently tiptoe across the cracking pavement under the cover of the moon, careful not to make a sound, Peeping over my shoulder every now and again wondering if I have been followed and are they suspicious of this private haven I have found, as I step in the doorway gliding past the well dressed couple who walked in just ahead of me and are just sitting down, I notice the bartender smile as I pick up the mic and begin to expound on the musing of my soul..... in the Lyrical Lounge.
I humbly bow to the finger snaps of adulation the audience aims my way, place the mic on it's stand being careful not to let the cord get in the way, Step back and listen just what is the mc going to play, while my fans congratulate me, "you were great" I hear them say, now I'm halfway to the door carefully plotting my getaway, how can I get back in before they realize I got away....but that was yesterday.
Ah yes and it calls me come back you should have stayed, aware that the melody is hypnotic anyway, having no idea of the psychological games that have been played, of the power in the lyrics that keep pulling me this way, when I hit my bed at night I never fail to pray, bring me a new lexicon so I'll have something to say, worried about performance at a job that doesn't pay.....in a lounge so far away, an inviting group on a facebook page.....
P.S.A.
When monk politicians get together to discuss the "good" of the "people" arms are nailed and books are written using the fear that most good people have of God. Their twisted theory erased entire groups. Parts of "we" that will not be found. Lease to own your rights? You can't give me anything. It is my birthright to be free. You can deny me not my given. Red hair. White Skin. Blue eyes. That's the bottom line. Only God can help the satan seedline. Until the blind are bound in kind for every hair on every head they harm. I am rested protected and elected to be the truth and the truce between the Chosen and the lame. This is not a game. It is written in the book how the we win everything. There's no shame in awakening humility. Bowing your head in the haze of divinity. Telling the truth means you don't comprehend the beast. There'll be more when the trumpets are heralding peace. Fear's the whore that fucks everything that she sees and makes metaphors of parting seas.
Christal Pearl 2012
For sure I know of the Whore that forbidden fruit at a new babes door, controlling the rich who control the poor the sting of death for a metaphor, screaming fear no more while fear grips your guts to the core, Theory so twisted the wisest man missed it never once questioned what for? Blame destruction on Satan when it was YHVH's hating on the serpent that you should explore....the book tells much more...