The Motion

Listen in, We tend wallow in the hatred we swallow, it cuts us deep to the core and leaves us empty and hollow, so we look for someone to borrow a pinch of joy just to cover our sorrow, but be careful who you follow, cuz everyone can't promise you a better tomorrow. You see if everything is nothing, then everything is true, and even tho we swear it don't fit we still wearing the shoe, some of y'all don't get it, so let me make it easy for you. Everybody's the truth according to their own lies, and everybody's the realest out there in their own eyes, everybody wanna be someone no one can defy, and everybody's searchin' for truth, no one can deny. So can you please tell me why, we always lying to ourselves, denying to ourselves, crying to ourselves, then replying to ourselves, we advertise our lies then we buy into ourselves, we wearing a disguise but we just hiding from ourselves. But that’s the motion, and you can take a sip of that potion if you want to, it’s the ghost of the past and if you let it it will haunt you, twist the truth into a lie like a tie, then strangle you with your failures 'til you suffocate and die, straight up and down like a stalker hangs around, it'll eradicate your sanity, a mental overhaul, an emotional calamity, it will leave you high and dry like Colmes did Hannity. But I won't get political, while you lay in critical, condition, trapped in the matrix on the road to perdition, but if I was politicizing this is my position, and if I were philosophizing this is my submission….