A continuous conflict of the 2 minds
A deep battle Ive been through a few times
New crimes, with the same, age old motive
Born from the same source
Breeding a dependance on technology, leadin to divorce
From Spirituality, and the ability to think independently
Losin all individual identity and its a pity
Such time is wasted, The egos defense is baseless
A once flavorful world is becomin tasteless
Thanks to the hand of the faceless
Fear creeps from behind so you must turn in kind
To face it
Head on, sometimes even headstrong
Led along a path of destruction
Due to the construction of parameters and procedures
A protocol causin seizures, and cancers
But the Spirit of Ghost Dancers is ever present
To combat the less than, equal
Peek, get an eye full
Of fluoride
I reside on the wrong side
Of the tracks, made of facts
Trainin thoughts, its rainin onslaughts
Drones hittin homes in new spots
The televised news rots, with word of a dudes crotch
That was burned by coffee that was too hot
Do NOT
Half step, cuz it could lead to your last breath
Time passes, and we forget
Get caught up and can no longer see, objectively
Whats happen-ing, cats grappl-ing with no hook
But plenty of bait, too many cant wait
To state their case, for place in the rat race
Its like watchin boney fingers tryin to cover a fat face
At a fast pace, always
Somethin left exposed, Ive expected pros
But met more cons, wannabe dons and shamans
Become prophets of their own demise
An ego grown to the skies
While the Soul stays buried, carried away ona whim
Its time to skim the gene pool
If Im seen as a fool, dont matter to me
Im watchin roaches scatter free, of will
Waitin for the kill-shot, I fill the spot
With a live vibe, and occasional diatribe
Glide on the wind, created in the beginnin
When only truth was spoken, before Spirits were broken
Back when all minds were open, free from conflict
A companion picked, to keep us from evolvin
One focused on ballin, the other on callin
All men, to arms, dont be swayed by the charms
Of a devil ina red dress, the level of stress
Mirrors a fault line, this is a salt rhyme
For the slugs, who choose to abuse drugs
Refuse hugs, out of fear, it should be clear
Which mind is truly your own, its time to end the vacation
And head home, the heart led to a poem bein created
The importance of internal silence can not be overstated