The Judge
Now in the new direction
that i'm going down
I'm lost in confusion
New streets yet same town
I'm lost in the direction
I'm lost by the time
I'm lost by the roads
And i'm lost by the signs
I don't know what's goin on
Or what the mind is saying
But what I know is that i'm not playin
But the judge doesn't know what it wants
The judge doesn't see what it wants
Choices come in fews
And one day it chooses something and next it chooses you
And next it choose sweaters but wait it chooses shoes
And i'm still lost and waiting
For no more complicating
You see
The choices that the judge chooses make a complication easy
Everything that it says makes it lemon squeezy
Never did it say that it didn't really see me
But also it didn't say it didn't want to be me
You see i'm growing darker in my own pains
Never have I flown sky high International planes
Never did the judge make the decision
Regrets all around
Never did the judge make the decision
All were left death bound
The judge is it's own entity
Always lurking on the corners till the death of me
Always watching from dark and leaves gracefully
But when u see the judge it takes my breath away from me
The judge is different
Not normal to the rest
Different in the attitude and different in access
Different in the mood
And different in the rest
But most of all different in the way it sees things best
See the judge eyes are clouded
Like a stadium full crowded
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