Never Ending Story

How an addict always hurries worries where the next fix comes from worries which of these tricks furry to run ya hunt ya they all want ya- fun stuff picture my painted reality draped in black no colors to see just taken to the back can't see me cause I'm lost in the act society quick to place me right into their trap when the past comes to get you you pray you won't have to go back looking back you hate the attacks look what trauma has done to ya momma don't do that- don't you worry about where I am at it's been years since you even questions where your first born is now at torn from the womb to inflict a life to be a scapegoat so when it's time to go they all tighten the rope they gave you to hang yourself by trade you with no goodbyes- they hate you and care if you died they slay you- sending negative vibes all part take in your making of a deprogrammed rebel mind who fell so low but still wouldn't sell his soul no matter how hard they tried waging for my rights- turn the pages to make way by the words I write I'm a winner doing what I do either wrong or right a dreamer in the dark of night since I do what I do so cool I'm BOOK a never-ending story told to be left behind a myth a collaboration a folk lore of Si-Fi imagination a legend headed to attain the riches in this hopeless life death to you as I die to live a story which holds itself in a place in time a place in our minds a place they won't erase or break by brainwashed eyes a taste you can't stand you spit out when disgusted by the truth seers and kings of the most high bring to life