The Worlds ending
What happens when two
Does it leave everything dead like a homicide?
Does it cause much confusion?
Or do we pretend everything is ok and believe
The illusion of things being the same.
When deep down in your heart you know its a
Shameful of how things came to this or how you
Pain and sorrow cutting deep like a knife.
But as we hide our emotions we show our true
We try to pretend this are ok so we can fit
into this reality.
but in all actuality the reality is far worse
to be imagined.
The world is becoming a sad place and people
are becoming sadden.
we strive for the best outcome in this game in
the world we live in and try not 2 sin.
if life is a gamble I think ima take my
chances and go all in
long nights short lived.
This life, greatly feared
new door new opportunity.
you may fell like "this is all new to me"
Heaven gates open as hell tries to suck you in
We get caught up in "Peer Pressure" and most of
the time cant win
Become caught up in things of the past
Going Back and doing the same shit, trust me it wont last
Karma catches you as soon as you put your guard down.
so i keep mine up like Dirt surrounding an ant mound.
At some point in ones
life he becomes confused.
He is lost in the wicked way the world moves.
When he is confused he can’t function as he
At this point of confusion is where I stood
Ive stood there before & now I’m back
Maybe its the lords way of getting back at me
for my sin.
Why does trying to live the right way have a
I fell like im losing it all when its already
staring into space thinking about life
for some reason its not living
up 2 all of the hype
is it the bad parts taking over
or could it be that the way of
life should be understood
must accept the good as well
but when disaster strikes it leaves people sadBut when disiaster strikes
it leaves people sad
leaving some homeless, looking for their next meal
but yet troops are fighting still
America is becoming something never imagined
It was supposed to be pretty like a beauty pageant
But yet it looks as if it were barely floating among the
Pitts of hell
When this life is over know you lived it well
I get up in life to get drug back down
I sit in one spot waiting for it to circle back around
Smiles turning to frowns day in and night out
Sit and pray for rain to get nothing but drought
Looking for a blessing but only committing sins
Trying to go down a straight road but can’t avoid the
Success on this end failure at the other
Raising himself no father no mother
Failure is succeeding to sell these drugs
Success is failing to turn down these clubs
Killing himself by living inside
Stay clear while he separates and collides
Twisted so much he feels straight
Giving up on everything has he lost faith
Can’t make or break his own little mind
Contradicting words in each and every line