The King and the Landmines (My Story)

Look to the ground, look to the sky Ask why the devil seems so much closer And I try to bring the clouds lower Make time go slower Because I'm more than just a rapper; an air-blower Though these words do blow air They cool this heat from hell I want the stories I tell to ring like church bells To stupefy; A spell of positivity A new creativity That goes deeper than personality One that shows the battle between My past and present I'd rather be a peasant with thoughts Than a king who has been lost In all he once held close Realizing those same things were his foes That rose up and conquered his head Knowing this mistake is what lead to His spiritual suicide And though the mind doesn't bleed He still felt all hope drain out with sudden speed Instead of paying heed to the hazards He felt the greed overtake Now he attends his own wake Realizing that those who followed were also fake For God's sake, why did I not see the signs? Now everywhere I go there are landmines Ready to undermine what combines to define me Can't you see? I try to scribe between the lines Let you see only what you want to find Because the meaning and the outcome Are only what you realize! See? More self-understanding buys back the lies That you told your reflection You made so many selections for your own protection But you lost the connection within Self-dissection leads to self-resurrection And redirection within (A semi-poem, semi-rap verse that I wrote/recorded over an acoustic guitar)