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)
Copyright © Ryan Nash | Year Posted 2009
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