Tuesday, March 12, 2013

A Peace To Be Found

Your trying to contour my conduct to reconstruct my concepts
Manipulation is key
You want me kissin' ya ass like royalty
All the while your depriving me of my dignity
Allowing me no prosperity
Its always give to you take from me
I want out but you win every fight
Won't let me go no matter how I plea
So I'm still sellin' in these streets wearin' clothes too tight
Man this is cruelty
I say I'm fine but I'm never alright
There's some scars on my arms that you don't see
I'll cut some more tonight despite the fact that they're ugly
But bitche I don't care so bite me
Your my oppressor I'm the oppressy

Why don't we flip the script
Change it up just a lil bit
Lets have you take some of those brutal hits
That I endure when your going though you little pissy fits
Know what it feels like to get spit in the face
Be disgraced and all worth erased
To be looked and not seen
Nothing more than placeless puzzle piece
A glitch in the scene
Longing desperately for the pain to cease
As your heart silently screams
Waiting for the day you'll be relaeased
'Cuase your not secure even in your dreams
Unfortunately true peace dwells only within the deceased