A friend once told me, the ideals been raped Like an artist whose mouth has been taped Tempt you with lies and stories of a free state Great, but are you sure you can carry the weight When you realize you can't really hate your own fate But the legacy you leave behind is for you to shape Now if you relate, you'll know that truth is his trait Life is like a painting, and you got the pen so paint The pencil portrays pleasure & pain, don't live in vain No false claim, never said he was a saint, he ain't Choose, tears of a sinner or arrogance of a winner Never thought of the starving kids during dinner Full & finished, back to promoting humanity on twitter No respect, only sympathy, that's why they are bitter So be better- than that, look what they all once had You can run & hide, but you can't outrun the night Truth you blindly denied, although it was inside- of you Evil glamorized, like the hunt down of the Sioux Even terrorized, until you accept their truth Reason & emotions beautifully mixed in the booth Fascinating and yet so scary, like the Golden Horde Legal, well what's your frame, the law or the Lord Like chaos restored, modern times tyrants adored How much d**h can we afford, before pullin' the sword f** an award, prefer to have my good deeds stored Waiting for the last call, rise righteous once and for all -ASK