We spend our lives searching, like scavengers finding a way, Understanding that light is a sign of the day. So we squint in the darkness in search of a glow, And falter in trying, In trials we grow. Our hearts they seem broken, Our legs they are weak, Our tongues are exhausted from trying to speak. ‘Cause sometimes they listen, But often they don’t. We easily help, But more often we won’t. Because we constructed the things that we want, Ghosts are desires, Desire to haunt. But our need as below so above What we all want Should look a little more Like love.
Life is like copyright: gotta understand the laws Sample Kenny Rog, so you know when you’re handed cards From the hands of God, when you can and can’t scam the odds Camel jaw spittin’ on some analog Yahamas ……. Random pause, Slay like Santa Claus Landing cannonballs on some poor rapper’s phantom car and large bank withdrawals, Kid with the flannel draws 5-panel on with slang hotter than Panama Scratch like a panda’s claw, standing tall: man in charge Telling my brethren “Yo! this land is y'alls” Fan of flaws, That’s why my band of brothers’ band is raw Jamming songs in a crammed garage on some amped guitars Till some fandom blog puts us on to Dance with Stars Tandem tango with Marilyn Manson and some slammin’ broads Hows this for a tight end: Shannon Sharpe Beats straight Kabangin' and the man flow demand applause