The Trap Is What They Call It
The trap is what they call it, bait the cheese, but please don't wait on me
So they polish it, put the chrome and rims on it and I abolish it
Am I strong or mostly lucky, considered threatening only when they rush me
Now was we, ever did you trust me
Like Justice, who in the hell's got the custody
This is a must list
As I drop a bold statement "Trust no one"
I heard so many lies i could never sow one
But as I fold one, to put it in the back of my mind, I froze once
thought about it some more and you know what
Take the pieces and connect them, make some theories and test them
Then resume as if they spoke the Truth
Give them the room to hang the noose
These used items: have collected and united
The Truth is silent, listen close and you will find it
I am the Master of my Fate and the Captian of my soul
But unfortunately I wrecked the ship, layed my title down and invested in
My purpose and my destiny
I sought so much control it eventually got the best of me
And as I'm picking up from ashes, How have I lasted?
Truth be present, I report this abuse if your not veiwed in this message
As my veiw adjust it's fittingly, Agility is verified so crushed is every lie
And as I'm brushed by the hands of Love I take a look deep down inside
Will my wounds heal as I find your wounds will
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2012
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