Something less

I feel like the wind is lookin’ over my shoulder
And Every time I look back it feels even colder
Every time I turn away I seem to get closer
And I can’t understand why I can’t see it either

It seems that this ghost was merely something I dreamed

What I wanted at first was not what it seemed

A National want came at me and screamed

It turns out that this dream has become blood streamed

I realize now that it’s not what I desire

I set my wants off into hell fire

My new thoughts and needs had to be re-wired

The old times of greed have finally expired

I focus on love, with the beauty and honesty

We know both should be treated as the majesty

That need for another is enough to love without tragedy

Having each other gives you complete earnesty

Knot kneaded

When you look at this world,
tell me what you see.
Is everything right,
do we have a reason to be?
Because I see what your doing,
and it hurts inside.
What I thought was my shadow,
walks away and denied.
Life was so good when I could understand,
why everyone was the way they were.
Until I got older and everyone changed,
because nothing is ever truly for sure.
And trust will shoot you down,
when you use it too much.
Pick and choose who you need to,
let them be sensitive to your touch.
The circle of life becomes the Bermuda Triangle.
The playtime fun becomes a battle.

No Soul Left Over

Hey, Mr. Vulture, have you come for the others?
Yeah, everyone’s waiting, and they’re just jokers.
They don’t know your plan to deceive them.
They don’t know about how you want to condemn them.
But I guess it doesn’t matter to those guys other there.
I should probably tell them to go and prepare, and beware.
Someone needs to help them look at signs.
But the guys forgot how to read, so they sit on the sidelines,
And the girls are too busy worrying ’bout there waistlines.
Creepin’ up on ya like serpent in a cave.
You better watch until he sends ya to your grave.
Don’t stand up to it like you thinkin’ you brave.
And it’ll be gettin’ pretty hot in the hole of yours.
Lookin’ around seein’ too many doors.
Standin’ in the middle, on the blazing core.
Death is the only thing left for you now.
That’s the only thing that God will allow.
Sorry, brotha, but there ain’t nothin’ I can endow.