Untitled Song

this cold world. Modern day and age was predicted in the bible's final pages.

so don't be surprised if some events seem staged.

from the middle east, to eastern India, the US city streets, to the mark of the beast.

I don't really know what to believe. I just listen to the God in me.

And I ask Him to guide my steps. Cause with my life I'll protect my rep.

In turn I'm to calculate my moves and keep my intentions pure.

And understand, not the swift but the one who endures win races

of longevity. I never got to get it if I just stay ever ready.

My stance is comfy but steady. I possess dexterity. I don't respond to suckers that

stare at me. Cause I know that those who really wanna see me wont be

looking me up side my head some some kind of wanna be weenie.

I rubbed a bottle hoping to find a genie for wishes. when lo and behold

a figure appeared formulated from mist. But the image was if I was staring

in the mirror. Then the answers to all my life's questions became clearer.

Stop looking for the truth in propaganda filled books and media.

The truth lies within ourselves if we just delve deep enough.