Beware- because haven't we all been in that place Where- you felt like forced to fall from grace Dreams might change, but never stop the chase Some stumble through the haze, while others race In search for truth, trust which we try to trace We'll cross ways, regardless of your speed & pace What a waste, truth you cannot reform or replace So many heroes forgotten & silenced by the graves Love & loyalty lasts, even when far from home base No ‘poetic justice', so like Pac pray for ‘better dayz' You relate, the same struggle, just a different face Always be careful whose ideas & words you embrace And who you freely choose to follow, trust and praise Too late when you finally realize who & what betrays Enough said, little done, this rhyming is just a phase Beauty is hidden in the shades and it slowly fades Time to turn the page, welcome to this new age You're free, but your mind is caught in a mental cage All these gimmicks are part of the play that they stage In more than a sense, centuries away from our Golden Age -ASK