typing away

my brain glands aint the same man
shits changed man, sorta deranged man
what i feel like, dont feel right
its still like my real life dont feel real no more
i cant feel no more numb to all ministries
ordained as a boy swept up from under his feet
comparable each snare i hit is kept up from under the sea
swimming in water thats 3 inches deep, shit's shallow
my thoughts cannot be that old
collecting dust from the bodies, people of all ages
people of all races please come and run
examine this young boys dreams and try to not to make fun
although his hopes are childish you've got to respect any man
who nurtures his baby thoughts into fully grown plans
to become something more, is what i desire greatly
higher than the planes can take me, escape thee
i stare deep into the eyes of past tense
and ask him to apprehend my thoughts
maybe crack and bend my thoughts so i'm in the present tense
but the present never felt good, always aching and bruises
word usage is the only way for this boy to not feel useless
so for the sake of free speech i freely express myself
chin check never wreck myself respect thyself
it's insane how this music has so deeply affected
see thee affection has changed my direction
for better or worst, thats for time and space to judge
this grudge i been carrying against God has got to end somewhere
maybe with injury? maybe with death?
if God was present at my birth then by sundown he left
'cause shit in my life ain't too bad compared to the shares that
cats get half across the globe, i realize this
but the pain i've endured in certain areas of my life
makes me believe that suffering is what's right
if everything was handed to us on a little golden platter
hard work, accomplishments, and trust wouldnt matter
so instead of taking life one day at a time
i take my whole life at a time, thats why they call it a lifetime
inhale the beauty of the world, the beauty of my girl
exhale the peace and quite from above
inhale the beauty of expression, the beauty of depression
exhale the motives in life that keep me to love
this is the pattern of an undemanding man
simple in his thoughts, holds potential in his hands
decisions, decisions...for each his own to make
religions, religions...for each his own to hate
but behind every thought lies the reason for its existence
you'll hear it's every word and move carefully just listen
alterior, interior, exterior, inferior
to brain waves and wave lenghts, these thoughts just get wearier
use them to your advantage and make your life worth it
this quote im sure youve heard it, but keep this on your shelves
happiness will always depend upon ourselves