The government oppression,
I am its opponent.
They control the people,
Fear, its main component.
Pry our eyes wide open,
In this very moment,
Seek the hidden truth,
I am a main proponent.
A lot of modern news,
is often misconstrued,
a lot of missing cues,
Most people missing clues,
Mind our P's and Q's?
Of course, that's nothing new.
What better way to keep us slaves to power-soaked abuse?

Never claimed I was perfect, if I did, didn't mean to.
I'm just searching for a woman who can be my equal

Listen close to this and let me paint a picture.
Inside my mind, where it's way too dark for any fixtures.
A mixture, of hail and hell inside my brain.
Feeling like both sides of two oncoming trains.
Twenty-three cars in a one car-lane.
I don't know why I kinda love the fact that I'm deranged.
Sane or insane, some think that the latter's bad.
I'm the calm before the storm, the storm, and the aftermath.
All rolled into one, it's hard just to contain.
Hard to not change, even harder to explain.
I might explode and leave behind a stain in my name.

Where am i going? The prophet slash poet,
I'm leaving my past, but I live in the moment
and don't I know it, I used to be such a *******.
Now I work hard and take classes that I know I must pass,
God, and how I must have, seen the better in me,
vividly in a dream seen a real epiphany,
A brand new me, I'm a better man now, maybe
I can't tell but I've been through the fires in hell,
Won't tuck my tail in, won't fail and
I swear I'll tell my tale and
when the world comes crashing down on me, I just inhale in.
**Proper and obscene
A scholar with a scheme,
No baller and no green.
just a dollar and dream. that's it.

Visage of an angel,
Just a mirage,
Lies from a stranger,
All a facade.
A halo, of play-doh,
Wings made of clay, no
One would ever guess this fallen angel's far from faithful.