Thoughts I Keep

Silent when I walk, non violent when i talk. I'll never be a tyrant its not within my thoughts. Part of the clientel that bought into their shhh. A consumer consumed by products I pick. I'm flickin a switch, hitting it quick cos I'm sensing a technical glitch in the prossess controling my pitch and tone. Sometimes it feels like I'm alone and I dare not speak. For fear of ridicule from the people I reach for. We just molecules people, I wish I could teach more. I only know what I know and I try to learn more. They say its a blessing but it feels like a chore. Lyrical gangsters keep shutting the door. They show me the way and then beat me to the floor. Show me a little dance cos that's what its for. Keeping us docile while they continue with war.