Wonderland

sitting here thinking about my life, so I pick up a pen and write that real nigga , can't find in a book, that real niggas aint to hard to look, coming from the streets, speaking poetry, fill your heart and mind with the words I speak, coming from a place that is your destiny, I am stuck on this cross who will bless me, bound to this life as God, just how I live, way ahead of my time, I been here before, silent weapons for silent wars, i rather choose to suffer with the poor, than sell my soul for the gain of material, what we suppose to be seeking is immaterial, you lost in the matrix, my eye open I see agents, destruction of thoughts, destruction of ya soul, mind control, you aint nothing but a robot doing what you told, unplug from the world computer that runs your life or do you want to die, without the chance to fight for love and all things that are right as I sleep, one word justice system is my main thought threw the night