Losing the will to thrive as the I'll deprive through these depicted times,
Rigged in the mystic lies till they get flipped like dimes,
The vision in my eyes simmers the singing shrines,
Gods roaming through the tall grass, one stall then fall at last as the cardinals pass,
Creeping through the timid leaves, rippling like rigged trees,
Release the sting in my flow like intimidating 50 bees,
Plead the freedom into seas, pacific to the Atlantic,
Get livid with quickness of a panic, picture the frantic,
Damn "it" not damn who, damage in the canvas, what can we do,
Catching the flu, you can't run after reality but reality can catch up to you,
Poor powder into less of what?, life's a tower, and the twins are bound to mess up,
Mark my chest with a cut to condemn the drug and never what's above,
The sky lacks true color, churn like butter, my hearts blue like no other as I burn in the covers,
Chemically drowning but chin up to the stars, but being stuck isn't gonna get you far,
Soul left in the jar, even your mind is an illusion but does it fit the scar,
Prick my thumb on the branch where the pigeons hum,
and the killers run, ministers stunned by the millions who have become,
Killers as one,
The summer breathes through the souls, as they pursue their goals,
Always take a women's advice, or just look to be nice,
Cause as heaven and hell collied, I'll be in the tree of worship reading the book of life