Fairytale
If it ain't Sunday its Monday,
Jamming to slow jams
while contemplating my next come back,
This system got a brother on pursuit
they told me from day one that i can run but never hide,
Feeling all cornered cause i never saw the road,
The aftermath of my destiny,
The true fact is that i'm in custody
Battle of self, my highest goal was to reach cosmic awareness
now how i crashed!
I'm just an alien looking for my higher self,
Reminiscing about my birth place,
The cage, my people never saw the shackles until they looked up,
Realizing the trap they where in,
Hallucinations send so we never see the hell,
Alcohol, drugs to unknown prescriptions
The doctors and scientists that manipulate these labs,
To mass propaganda for the reprogramming of my psyche,
So I act like a animal rebelling against the system,
Its all a strategy and we the enemy,
Set by unknowns I guess nobody knows they just hear the noise,
Modernization roaring this is a jungle
and I'm just an ant standing out due to my black body,
The working class building empires but not for ourselves,
Dreaming at night and working by day
This is the chain of life the order of the Queen,
The nature of things,
I'm just trying to get out of this place,
To being surrounded by wolves damn!
The three stages i have to pass,
Mass corporations making money from poverty,
ask them where they get the ingredients?
We are the sugar coat in their lies,
With added brown for that crunchiness
The poor as a cookie jaw for the wealthy,
and i'm born free!
So catch me if you can like the gingerbread Man,
But i just want to be real this is Pinocchio's story,
Climbing the hill,
I hope i don't fall Jack and Jill.
Copyright © Piercing Words | Year Posted 2017
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