The Find Of Mind

 

 

Where is the change. 

Our lives stay negatively consistent like Seattle Rain

And societies entertaining Venom flowing Acidic through our veins. 

We love to give each other pain

Like two enraged Boxers that wake up everyday tied to a ring. Two side steps from insane. 

We are losing to our own Flesh like we are allergic to our Skin. We all love going to the Bar but it wont Bend. No matter how long we Tug and pull we leave our Children in a cesspool of violent drool. With only our Cranium contents left for evil to fool. 

The tunes that I hear are fun and entertaining for the mind. But these same tunes talk against black compatibility. Screaming all this stuff sayin don't cuff?

The radios verbal words a devils knife that tells us to don't wife?

Through the ears our sub conscious is already losing the battle like a son aborted without a chance. I was so excited just to buy his rattle gold and black. 

We herd in ignorance. And our minds are the cattle. Where is our peoples market value? We have no livestock. No Soul Stock Value. People are always asking what time "it is" and the people we ask always don't have batteries for their clocks to last. We are running out of time. We have no real spiritual anti detonator plans. Give me a Wheel chair. Give me the power of Books God and our Children to band - to charge our clock so we can make our legs the second hands.