food for thought

heres some food thought

if youre blind what do you see

basically it seems distraught

too strong to never be

due times to soon believe

you fought em and cant leave

stuck in the ring with half your enemies

walking strong like centipedes

all along theyre settin free

released songs of better scenes

happiness that came from beans

titles on themselves with leans

couped up in a cell to freeze

at least it wasnt hell they say

its dirtier than the old bastards braids

lemonheads in masquerades

lemonade beside the bed

sour tasting lies revolve in your head

hours chasing ties walk a mile for a blunt

im serious, i was a stoner on the hunt

couldnt keep me down without a cone or

bong to rip

shouldnt turn around i doubt the phone'll ring

and it was more than bread i had to bring

the table was so empty checkbook never balancing

so i got wild like the jungles king

creating styles that trigger thundering

debating liars that are figuring

nsa got have the country shivering

a bitter thing to say the least

babysitter cant control this beast

17 and comin from the east

the newest face on tele-screens

a crew thats laced with shattered dreams

gathering cream to spend a lot

to buy it or to not

im making money now and it seems that you forgot

rich doesnt mean your wealthy

im healthy someone mustve blessed me

clean like a hefty

plastic back around my neck please

all this breathing creates stress

will i ever get through school or be considered less

than my parents most the rest went to college

place to nest

happily educating the teens with money unspent

where their parents pay for rent by em a benz or a corvette

personality over cash

its how you get your points to pass

influencing your connections

pointing them in odd directions

tasking chances forcing on them sections

properties become their weapons

threatening to sell

the business getting gritty like the sewer pipes in hell

cracked like the liberty bell

your sanity is losing strength

magnificence within your bank

but in your mind the process stanks

its crumbling and falling down

a subtle thing beneath your crown

you became the hero of your town

but fame just stuck you in the ground

no one ever heard your sound

crying cause the other hounds

were barking at your feet for meat

and growing at you in the street

you learn youll never beat the heat

efpd is something mean

they ride up on you without a reason

just to claim youve commited treason

all im saying is they try to act hard

laughter surrounding theem and their cars

pastors flipping them off in their yards

fragile kinda soul just a house of cards

now you know what makes our tempers tick

its not a bitch that lights the wick

but attitudes from people rude who only make you sick

so flick a bic and erase all the aggrivation

housed inside your mind creating an abrasion

never leave your peaceful station