=K-oth=
My timing in rhyming
Akin to the climate: you'll find its cold
Hands out like Simon told
My mind is bold
Silver surf on my wave they rode
It's paved in gold
Stay schooled
Get paid in full
We'll make it through
Don't let anybody hate on you
Or put they hands on unless they dating you (day by day; month by month)
And I don't always mean in negative ways
What you understands not often what I say
And I'm praying to god
More often than dismissing
All the blessings' confusing
All (as) abusing if not part of the lessons
I started to get it
Connect these dots
We're like little ants, yet part of the plot
Then we started to k**
Disregarded the hill
If I flooded your mind
Pardon me still
Could go 6 ft till the coffin is filled
Love/hate regarded the will
Double meanings
Conform's not a secret
Why'd you think we started
With guarding of Eden?
Why'd you think God departed the heathens?
Belief is more than receiving
Get your stats up just to understand
Don't follow the flock of another man
=Trent Steelz=
But if you can You probably should lend a helping hand
And though they coming through the window like bruh man
From the 5th floor holding up the 4
Looking for some sandwiches , I already know
A hater's only intention, to take away your shine
The warden's only intention, to take away your time
The frail reaching for brail ,the blind reading blind
You follow stories they tell, That blind leading blind
If you believe it you can achieve it, so just try
It doesn't matter your s**, genome XY
It doesn't matter your race, because we born to die
On a soapbox . preaching from a corner I
Try to reach the ma**es, steady people pa**ing, but nobody asking, why nobody laughing
They sell the people lies , but really what's the truth
You following the leader, but can you duck-duck-goose?
That's why I holler, do your own thang
And when they want answers: use your own brain
Cause life like Wikipedia, its user defined 'till your soul leaving ya
So you got to find your best route, if that don't work out find your next route
In a "world full of sin", all I need a microphone and a pen, cause the clones cannot win
They even stoned Jesus, so you know I'm getting stoned once again
"frankly my dear I don't give a damn" cause I'm gone in the wind