Too basic, to hard to face it, looking in these books and all these words have me shooked.
I'm feelin hated, not acknowledged, not appropriated.
God you say gunna help me, but bhudda tellin me I need to help myself.
All these idols, all these faces, all these words, but I remain seeing the same places,
these same places have me torn apart and put back again and again, I need a judge I need a jurry, I really just need a friend.
someone to grab by neck slap me into conscientiousness.
someone who be my shadow but still be real and not pretend
I'm not weak I'm not unworthy!
I'm in a tug but this war is over a pit that I just keep out crawling.
I'm clawing I'm pulling. And being pulled.
I'm pissd off ,  I'm drenched in blood sweat and tears the only gasp of air is of fears and uncertainty.
Am I just lost or put to find a new way,
a way to pave, away from graves and slaves,
all the rules but freedom I seek so I'm breaking bad? Am I now doing what I must, that I feel just.
all these sins, and mines are just as equal??
noo! So why count me for damnation if we all different ******* people,
measure us by our intentions,
measure us by what real.
humanity isn't me. I'm solo.
I choose this unmarked way because there noo tellin me noo.
Soo there's noo mallet to judge.
I'm a distant person in all areas.
religion just happens to be the person who follows me, nerd..