Originally Posted by
JustInsane
im writtin a master plan/
to cast this man to a vaster land/
cause here im sinkin quik in the fastest sand/
the gov't smacks me like a dad/
but im a bastard man/
so with this bastard hand im scripptin the baddest plan/
akin strength from the hair that samson had/
until my casket land/
spit flame from my grave and burn like casper had a tan/
im a tear apart these lands from this dirt and grass/
to the ice caps and then the sands of afghanistan/
time to rebuild a world on truth/
but what is truth when everybody lies to the youth/
and the youth get so used to the falsified truth/
they pass on these true lies/
to the unknowing eyes of their seed and wives/
but then again what are eyes when were easily struck blind/
and if u overcome being blind u only come to find/less truth more lies and more crime/i intertwine/100% genuine facts of early time/along w/the teachings of the older and the wise/just to find an equilibrium to find a balance/between the soft fibs and the truth becoming calloused/to find a balance/between the soundless and the loudest/its always pouring rain ever will the clouds lift/and can i down shift/to enjoy the sun shine from the sunrise on th horizon/or is it always a bad moon risin/its not surprisin that my mind notmindin/what im findins not surprisin/it all ties in to when i sin/never findin time out only time in/still ignorin all the sirens hopin i win/keepin my focus usin my my pen/cuz some shine tends to make ur mind bend/my rhymes send integrity like ur eyes read can never lie then/ im never bought and ur never buyin/but i must keep respect fpr he who keps tryin/