Drive?

[Opening]

Yo,Fallen Prince in the cut

Making verses like its my last,

I'm trying to figure out many questions in life

But since I'll be here for a bit I'll ask 1 question

Why the fuck am I alive? Ha

[Verse 1]

No science can explain what's the drive

The thing that keeps us alive

Sure organs may work

But what's behind the true work

The say the insane brain runs the internal body train

But even the brain once its lain had something running it

The soul you might say

But apparently its not found

Doesn't make a sound

Or maybe with the vocal cords

Plucking strings making a melodic chord of voices

Yet what's behind our life choices

It's things like this that keep me a Christian

God runs this joint

And he wants us anointed

We say we want peace

Yet we fight to keep a piece

Shooting shit yet it never seems to cease

Fighting for something that isn't even a need

Like weed

Or the seed

People consumed by their greed

Till they disappear like a black vortex

While i sit here destroying your cerebral cortex

Might i say no flex

But behind the flex could i ask what's the drive

The thing that makes me strive

To keep the ones I care about alive

Even to the point where I'm prepared to die

They say life's sensitive but i treat it like Russian roulette

They tell me to cool it

But keep it where my heart it and my heart would freeze it

Believe it, no allusion intended

But your spine I'll bend it

To this day thing are twisted like my mentality

To where i question other people fake reality

Atheist doing good while Christians pointing Glocks

Around the clock

Blaming the government without any evidence

Yet a leader is needed that has some clairvoyance

Doesn't mean their right

But doesn't mean their wrong

Taking a puff out of life like its a fat ass bong

Tampering with life questions like an Insanist writing the bible,

You may laugh but when you could be reading it

Following straight on maybe praising the wrong things

So absorbed until the moment that life brings

A fist

To your solar plexus

Ceasing your consciousness to exist

Like a little mist sucked with a vacuum

Strapped and trapped in a dark room

Most would go insane but keep a psychopath feeling cool

Fools utter they're a psychopath

But don't even know the definition

Life lessons maybe

Learn some shit that might save me or break me

Shake me

Or maybe turn around and daze me

Hell amaze thee

But bore me and ill tear you like a hurricane to a tree

On a whim, out of sight

Strike first, prepare to fight

With all you might

I'll make you see the bright white light

Even when its night

Say hi to the devil for me

Because with your drive?

Going meeting the lord?

Please your not worthy