Often, I Wonder
• Written by iamyoursheppard
I am not from this Earth
my money does not define my worth
What's worse
that this verse is adverse to my headfirst hope for first?
or my thirst submerssed itself deep inside my person well
let me tell you first hand
I wish I saw this before hand
I wish I never joined band
in the long term I short hand my plan
in search of the homeland ampersand lol gtfo
whoa
woe is me
woe is you
fuck the status quo
fuck you dough
my flow got you caugt in the lights like a doe
let me show you just how far I'ma go
I'ma reap what I sow
what the fuck do you know
Let me show you the door
I hate rap, I abhor
I abhor all the whores who adore
New asshole I just tore with no tour
Notorious for nonsense
I'm victorious you constant
Tore a page from the Torah
The bible, Quran, book of Morman
Now before you issue a warrant
The torrent of truth stifled by
the scarcity of proof
combine the two
with war, greed, what does that get you
Schisms
and terrorism
racisim
and sexism
antidisestablishmentarianism
communism
materialism
with some realism
view these documents as idealism
It's how you deal with
Children's stories
made holy
and taken wrongly
till the thought to conquer
takes control of history
There is no more mystery
transcript of the story
written ever so lyrically
Often, I wonder
can we still be saved
The life given for us
has that debt been paid
Sometimes the road is not paved
is the quest really bout change
in your pocket, the heart or the brain
I can't be the only one,
stand up if you with me.
Money begets respect
Chime in with my best guess
More is less
I'm on a moral quest
for immortal rest
hear the chortle and chuckles from those impressed with breast
Impress the rest
treat your love like a princess
or an empress
and impress her with more than bench press
I digress
Same thing over again no progress
same rhymes over again it's thoughtless
Label me conscious and say I'll be thot-less
Bring up my mistakes, no I'm not flawless
But I take solace in my Knowledge
got into college still demolish, track
marks in the arms of our society, addicted
to the feeling of having money, afflicted
a sickness definied as notoriety, Smitten
women begging to be consumated, ain't that the dickens
It is the best of times
It is the worst of times
Often, I wonder
can we still be saved
The life given for us
has that debt been paid
Sometimes the road is not paved
is the quest really bout change
in your pocket, the heart or the brain
I can't be the only one,
stand up if you with me.
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iamyoursheppard
Member since August 5 2014