Drunk off religion, these men on a mission,
violate tradition, fucking competition.
This is the way of the world, its awesome composition
is buzzed from the politics, loss of inhibitions.
Can't stop my mind's flow, these crazy little visions,
a picturesque panorama,it's why I'm expeditious,
Let go of it all, make the right decision,
another ruling you? Now that's a crazy supposition
I wish sometimes that somebody would just listen
to me out here, in this cook infested kitchen
Not trying to be one of them, I'd rather do the dishes
and patiently scrub everyday, just wishing...
Wishing the minutes away...turn into hours,
hope for heavy showers, bloom along some flowers
and maybe then we can realize this world is ours
not his, nor hers, its on us, we got the POWER.
.....and then I woke! SMH
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