The Horns, The Wings

The stars are amazing, the cars are chasing teens like Jason, machete, sword

beam, or hating people like demons, racing, heating, anguish to the scene and

anger, please read the paper, seek the Lord, then plead for favor, eat the beats

like breakfast, second rod, best in bars, more dope than Pablo Escobar,

set the bar, in sin, we flesh in ours, no cap, no bars, just the truth like a laser beam in the dark, it's a quest for a dream,

not a far, but a near, so clear, so real, it's a mirror, we're just peers,

spin the wheel, deal with fears, and get your cheers, from the ears that hear,

the voice of the youth, the noise of the truth, the tears of the lost,

the roars of the bosses, the whispers of the ghosts, the cries of the cross.

 

 

holding back my tears, painting like artist, blue from the tears,

paper ripped from the sheers, enter them, start myb interim here,

I'm sick of them, near, all minimum fear, see me bleed, seek fiends from

tents and rare, wearing crowns, frowning, drowning in despair,

breathing in, breathing out, king of solitaire, man, I'm so tired,

life's a game, but it ain't no chair, you either climb the ladder or you're

falling down the stairs, no flair, no gear, just a soul laid bare,

talking to the sky, asking why, trying to get out of this snare,

trapped in a nightmare, wide awake, fighting off the demons with a prayer,

like a warrior, with a sword, so raw, so fierce, so rare.