REAL-EYES-ACHING

This is a new age, we’re going through change, even though were not knowing what’s true mate, but I’m keeping true to the true phase, I’m speaking two rhymes heating stew lines to keep you tamed, and entertained and fed but who said - we’re the ones who need to change, with the world’s oil hunger boils under the surface for Soufflé, crude, wondering on the loyal thunder royal blunder’s purpose of the war on Husain, but that’s over now ain’t it Uzaair? Explain the picture that you painted to there, on the scripture of the pages with true blare. But I’m saying that all our tax notes do stain, with the blood of the Arabs blown-up to saint, other sons and daughters slaughtered who back those who paint, themselves to with the tar of terrorist martyred tarnished that low to save, their own future and livelihood but you lack knows, so you ask, ‘Who to blame?’ I say, if you have a back bone do stare, into a mirror ask ya’own, self-do you shame? Could’ve stopped it all but you just relax kick back hit that and listen to the crap from 2Chainz, and the truth is I’m missing the raps from Wutang, clan. There is no wisdom from the man who paints, bad with someone else’s brush to gain, that green- knowing openly with that broken poetry that is spoken showing the slow impotency of his violence and violins of violets and drooping rosary, never exciting the silence or hyping with his vocals globally, only to be indicted disliked and then light on fire and quoted woefully, he was hoping notary, but really just a golden nobody. Rapped Meal Rhymes, Feel mine steel mind’s skilled Lines. Still kind, seeing Peepel, build shines in front of my black real eyes that realize packed real lies. Seal my fate in, steal blind faith and, deal kinds baking, heal kind’s naked, people getting sunburned or freezing come into the building of the Real Mind Status. FEEL TIMES CHANGING this is our REALIZATION.