Youth

hospital beds - nominal heads

leads me to these - phenomenal trends

i met the reaper weeping when i wee kreeten

he sold a book a life - i took my time reading

flipped the pages script outrageous flipped the disc and sit for ages

listen to the famous lines of a-list

ignoramus i was - remising because

history can teach the mystery that lies beyond

i ponder too long though the longer the song

goes the louder my mind shakes the quicker it rearranged

my maturity masters the menace of malice

i often wonder if the land is the essence of Alice

they say you attitude determines what your latitude is

the children have it good, they don’t know what gratitude is

the children have it good, they don’t know what dysphoria is

this story i live - is not for the kids - his

mind is array - at any time of the day

when then the sun passes the moon

and the clouds are at bay

the insecurities of youth my immaturity is proof

that the eulogy i preach often counters the truth

i’m as cynical as much i’m hypocritical

when i rhyme - i feel like its just cyclical

as every time - my mother is the pivotal

individual - gone so long i can never get a visual

source of my remorse as i don’t get around

imma introverted extrovert - take joy from that sound

cause i like the company of my own business - keep a distance

smoke a spliff and take a hit without a witness - this is

my heart on a laptop the backdrop of my sad sob story never told

except my dealer and i never fold

except my dealer yeh my dealer and i never fold

 

 

But through analysis, paralysis leaves me

appease me, please see that it aint that easy

the reaper meets me dreaming of a lonely alienation

this nation alien to me - so my soul can be taken

face to face with satan - through the grace of temptation