Sick and angered by my friends extremely cold Heartless talkin' shit behind my back about me To my friends the source a jealous passion Towards a spirit
, filthy birth after Friction based upon fiction replacing friendship Untrueness, speculation, concentration Heresy is controlling us, all this flagrant foul stench Upon us
Ill times rollin' lackin' the flow, ache in my throat And wisdom seems so lost, yet it's better in ways it's different I miss those old school meditations
Fly so high like a star, I'm straight up Representin' the spirit in the world That keeps on forgettin' the meaning of life All things are dancin' in
I don't care what you think about me...stuck in flatline but I'm still breathin' thinkin' about my options' time to make my decision 'cause it's so easy
your spirit Used me but you don't want to know me Used me but you don't know I see the truth upon that pedestal's Frowning down upon me like A trophy
i see the truth upon that pedistal's frowning down upon me like a trophy valued by masses of minds are closed to a variety and change in a life so bland
