Hotter than the suns
your lungs are screaming.
respect you life
be real to dreaming..
the beat , the drum all has meaning.
time does not exist-but this
this superficial bliss
this aromatic kiss
is a DIS
to my Creator
the one who made ya,
the one who saves ya,
the one who bathes ya in Love.
SO why
why do we find more and more excuses to turn to drugs,
a new age but old days
Mayans and Egyptians
had different ways
the modern youth
lack respect , individuality and cooth.
Television is the premonition
of a future based on
zombie eyes and slurred diction.
and Monsters dedicated their growls to me but I thought I was yawning..
time does not exist-but this
this superficial bliss
this aromatic kiss
is a DIS
to my Creator
the one who made ya,
the one who saves ya,
the one who bathes ya in Love.
SO why
why do we find more and more excuses to turn to drugs,
a new age but old days
Mayans and Egyptians
had different ways
the modern youth
lack respect , individuality and cooth.
Television is the premonition
of a future based on
zombie eyes and slurred diction.
Life is Fiction.
Spielburg was over my head the other morningand Monsters dedicated their growls to me but I thought I was yawning..
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