Otherside of the Garden

"Like as the sky is blue, all your dreams will come true.

It's definitive, my love is equally infinitive, your potentially is unlimited.

I love you baby dear, you're incredibly gifted, please make sure your spirits are always lifted."

These are the last words my mother said to me, right before she died in 2003.

Everyday I look up to that same blue sky,

Holding those same doubts, asking God why.

Why, why, this young little guy had to lose his mother back in junior high.

Once again I bite my lip to try not to cry, but I feel another tear fall from my left eye.

It's been over ten years -

Years that held nothing but brand new fears, feeling more of my sanity disappear.

Shallow here, a shadow puppeteer of a lyrically ruthless buccaneer.

But mama, why am I so special?

My rhymes may be sentimental but to get this far I had to sell my soul to the devil.

But that's yet another tale that we've all heard before,

A desperate man sells himself to Lucifer to gain what he's been searching for.

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

We're all one in the same until a handful show devotion.

Everyone is equal, why do we strive for individuality?

Lock away those who express their personality, execute those without our same mentality.

And it's sad - The current functionality of our own nationality -

Is to wrongfully accuse bullshit criminality to get the USA another fatality.

It's evenings like this that make me stop to think -

Why not shoot ourselves before anyone has a chance to blink?

In a world that prays for peace, all we preach is hate.

In a religion that preaches love, it's okay to bash anything that's not heterosexuality.

We're the hypocrites of our own blasphemy.

Yet we blame others for the results of own insanity.