Thoughts I Keep
Silent when I walk, non violent when i talk.
I'll never be a tyrant its not within my thoughts.
Part of the clientel that bought into their shhh.
A consumer consumed by products I pick.
I'm flickin a switch, hitting it quick cos I'm sensing a technical glitch in the prossess controling my pitch and tone.
Sometimes it feels like I'm alone and I dare not speak. For fear of ridicule from the people I reach for.
We just molecules people, I wish I could teach more. I only know what I know and I try to learn more.
They say its a blessing but it feels like a chore.
Lyrical gangsters keep shutting the door. They show me the way and then beat me to the floor.
Show me a little dance cos that's what its for. Keeping us docile while they continue with war.
Copyright © Lee Dobson | Year Posted 2012
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