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Sisyphus' Rock
- Born in July i rised with the lid of my third eye,
- I felt the force of the source like secluded Jedi,
- Birthed on Earth's death row so we preparing to die,
- Don't cry when the time arrives cause the spirit will fly,
- To suffer with a smile makes your fragile soul tougher,
- Wifi buffers unlike brothers who died in rubbers,
- I must thank my mom and dad who created the mad lad,
- Despite a marriage so bad taught me to be glad,
- Of oxygen in the lungs, the water on the tongue,
- Couldn't choose my favorite one but some places can't get none,
- Out of seven billion, had to learn to be willing,
- To make a living without killing or drug dealing,
- Entrepreneurs to get put into graveyard plots,
- Due to cops or plot for spots on the top of the crop,
- But in this big old world we are just some small ass dots,
- Who can be wiped out quick no matter the cash we got,
- Ask the mortician to lock it in the wooden box,
- So you rich forever when you and God have a talk,
- Some aim for wisdom and others aim with a new Glock,
- Pushing Sisyphus' rock as Reapers gives them a walk,
- Up the bitter hill we feel that it's all worth the kill,
- Until gravity pushes the stone that leaves the blood spilled,
- Cause if you chase a life that negates your own feels,
- You become unaware of what's real on top the hill,
- But if it's all about bills, not about karma's wheel,
- Then the devil inside builds and your soul slowly yields,
- I seek inner peace until the track rise like some yeast,
- A beast ready to release a growl until deceased,
- No police could ever seise my voice or my heartbeat,
- It may decrease like a priest trying to clean up the streets,
- But for me it's all about the ones who teach not preach,
- Society is an energy sucker quick to leech,
- But swallow your pride before you down the Clorox bleach,
- We stretch for heaven but it seems so far out of reach,
- Suck calmness' teats and envision your own mind warm beach,
- From the womb to the tomb become your own mop and broom,
- If you sift through bullshit then make yourself a bit room,
- For the arrows that fire turn into flowers that bloom,
- We all hope not to leave the universe much too soon,
- Coyote chasing roadrunners like a classic cartoon,
- But if you don't win the game we are not all marooned,
- We all rise and fall to seasons like the suns and moons.
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