The Schism
The Schism
You’re a bit lost now
I once received
A ridiculous notion
I temporarily believed
Soul oppression, it did achieve
What about career and houses
Haven’t you the thirst?
Well of course I do,
But don’t you need a foundation first?
And a job? Well, what about the rhymes I spell?
What about the stories I tell?
Ah the bullshit, I cannot quell
And what about all this knowledge?
Think it just came from my milky porridge?
What do you have?
What do you do?
Well I have a personality,
And a character too
And I see right through you...
Any Ambition?..
Ambition, yes...but what about creativity?
What about spirituality?
Ya know? knowing a human in all of it’s totality..
Cos let me tell ya something
You’re judgements and criticisms
Are akin to a form of brutality
But now I rise.
With eloquence and vehemence
Slick lyricism and dry witticism,
No cynicism, healing the schism
Lost? Nah...
I know the pieces fit.
On to anger I no longer hold
For they have a similar background
Or so I’m told..
They been manipulated, mind controlled
Mass media, ah the bullshit they feed ya
We see right through ya
Soul corruption, mind pollution,
All illusion
No cure, no solution
Need help, I’ll listen
Cos I understand what’s been missing
Don’t mind society
And it’s petty hissin’
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