#life

caged birds

How strange is it to be
anything at all?
How strange is it to be
a part so small
Like a dust speck screaming
I am everything
...But nothing at all.
Some see their king and

on their knees they fall.

Some live their lives
never asking for freedom at all.

 

For a bird humankind is a bunch of fools
Walking in and out the doors of their schools.
On a silver platter we were served freedom
but we chose to drown in the endless boredom.


How strange is it to think

Why do I live?

How strange to be sad and

pour another drink.

Birds never wonder, birds never think
Why do I live and why do I sink?

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Installed Perception

My style is real life but you ain't gotta make a choice,

I'm shading in the blanks with the sound of my voice,

I speak on some real shit, not just boasting about dollars,

letting loose some stories about the blue collars.

This ones for the people punching the clock twice a day,

barely sliding by from there measly ass pay,

hardworking motherfuckers who deserve another raise,

who get talked down to and deal with it anyway.

Cuz they know no other way, they all got plenty to say,

on holidays theyre working cuz the bills force them to stay.

They make this world tick but somehow go unnoticed,

I'll give you some facts in case you didn't know this,

this world likes to glorify the rich and the famous,

it's all over TV our whole lives can you blame us?

For wantin to grow up and live like a baller,

we believed money brought  happiness and shrunk problems smaller, but some lessons can only be learned with experience,

your advice to me will hardly ever make sense,

until I go through it and afterwards shake my head,

if I would have just listened to what my parents said.

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Another Day

This world can get crazy, turn on ya in a second,

tired of learning my life lessons through mistakes that got me stressing.

Meanwhile my minds racing through the night time, tired of snorting up lifelines waiting for the right time, to suffer through it all and get in my right mind, look inside, you'll be surprised what you might find.

I'm torn between living life the easy way, sliding by numb to the next day.  

In my mind there's been planted this seed, it makes me search for what I believe, passages speak to me like when I read, "My grace is all you need, my power is greatest when you are weak." I think Corinthians is saying just let him lead, I trust in Him as he breathes through me.

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A short one that I came up with real quick, any feedback would be greatly appreciated thanks!!

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