Self Centered Greed

4/24/24 I've played plenty On my conscious life weighed heavy I have to stay ready Then aim steady Obstacles I will face many Can't give ground or let them take any These snakes pesky Often they petty Life can get way deadly One big crazy medley That sometimes became sketchy After turning strange and messy When it all begun At first it seemed fun But now I constantly need one Its like a giant re run As if it all means none I just want the deed done Too much green buds Turning to weak lungs Coursing through my veins is beast blood Surging like an extreme flood Causing me to eat bugs Then overdose on these drugs Because I just need love I don't care what she does Still secrets swept under antique rugs Continual self centered greed Across the seven seas It never seems I have more than I could ever need I just cant let it be Even for better means Militia troops Involved with religious groups That have ties to wicked roots Still tricking youths How can I believe we all pay the cost for a man picking fruit Hard to say if they're giving the truth When there's no living proof Just some mark or trinket found by a shipping route It was settling But people couldn't stop meddling Now too late for regretting things The same can be said for back peddling It's continued developing I do not look forward to the hell it brings The ground trembling Buildings leveling The noise is deafening It's as they've described a reckoning Might as well be my death sentencing This is menacing All this wrestling With what I continue questioning Life doesn't get easier, I forgot mentioning Sick of the concept of time, quit threatening Like my life is on a clock, it's unwelcoming Why do lives get regarded as second string Y'all should be ashamed for tarring and feathering Still you give yourself too much crediting Quit all your beckoning You're really just heckling Slowly disassembling Yet still a nestling Playing on uneven ground, hardly ever leveling Eventually will or won't make sense of things