Randall Mance - "Hot Tea" lyrics

Broken gla**es of mirrors that were shattered by us when we saw our true selves. Is fear the animal or its ferocious roar that growls at our insecurities? But can we ever be secure within our own society when even our lady of justice is blinded by the government? I don't follow politics because even our leader needs to be led by his followers. Forward thinking for a future I won't be a part of. We leave it in the hands of those who will try to rob us when we're 50. Will it end so quickly? Will the downfall of mankind be because we don't accept kind man? Should we even be surprised? Are the a**holes just the hurt ones in disguise? Even bending the truth is just a little white lie, but can you imagine what lies behind a set of truthful eyes? A world that he thinks is tainted with dark color paint on his bright brush. Where it's all about sativa blunt smoke and hard thrust strokes. Is love only accepted when displayed in public? Can pictures really capture the mind frame of a couple? Can pixels zoom in the partiality pistol shots that were penetrated into their hearts? Privacy is a darkroom where negatives never come to the light. In spite of what others may see, hear or think they will never have the full circle, our ear or will we ever share their ink. Thoughts of the unconscious only floats in the air it never affects those that are aware. We're living in despair, our lives hard in need of repair but how can d**h be easy when shock value is our new electric chair Now let that sink in, a domino effect,holding on to a bar that's slippery when it's water down with allure of having hoes and being past paid. It only takes one fool for everything else around us to cascade Are our thoughts just goals and setbacks that spawn when we decide to sit back? Or simply what if's when we question if what we're living for is real or not? Conformity is being comfortable. Change always stands out it never stands in. Change is a never ending road. Conformity is a dead end. Is it having hoes or exercising options of vanity? And can I trade you my all in exchange for my sanity? Can I bandage her wounds, become her groom, transcribe an elixir and create the perfect potion...."Fix Her"? She's quiet now but she'll learn to vent. And why would I need a permit to build for something that's permanent. Do I have writers block or am I just blocking out the things I want to write. And if so, are the wrong thoughts the right things to write.... I can never find these answers to these questions but I try. But these are just the things I think about….. when I'm high.