I am a breathing contradiction
The truth within your fiction
An astounding embodiment of inner city diction
Formed in the perfect collision
A part of a coalition of unorthodox paradoxes living in coexistence
I sing to the breeze as she intercedes with my inner thoughts
It's like intercourse
When I pluck your inner chords
And move you with this inner force
I could make saint listen to this sinners voice
And in the course of our lives
We could make the world brighter if we put more stars in our skies
If we reach back into the depths of our hearts archive
We could find out truly exactly where are hearts lie
And perhaps if our hearts lie
Are you being completely honest
This a question I was asked when interrupted by my conscience
The answer was a secret
But he told me that he'd keep it
But what if my conscience were to subconsciously leak it
Into an ocean of higher learning
Where dark ethereal being conspire to leave liars burning
They chant:
"You are not above us!"
"You cannot control us!"
"Rise children rise!"
"Because we are all soldiers!"
"We were taught a lot, but purposely miseducated!"
"Please don't be fooled by the free will that they sold us!"