Walking down the street my feet beat to the sounds surroundin me.
Bound to the concrete, obsolete ghosts roam past
casting a shadow that lasts long after their last breath has passed.
They stain the air fear is everywhere its unclear
how unfair life is until you go up there.
Here it's cold no love for the young or old.
sold off untold stories mold the minds of our youth
the truth is slightly blurred people slur their words
absurd things spoken. Promises broken
tokens of the world unspoken
flashes of our memories we see
growing like a tree sprouting from me
we disagree that this is destiny
guarantees might be taken for granted slanted
in society kids try to be grown up
corrupt issues erupt the peace gets ruptured
it explodes overloads and folds over
We gotta be looking back to the days and ways
When nothing phased or dazed us
in trust we must try to rely on
Bring it back from the long gone
Back to the streets we walk on
Strong beliefs of different religions that surround me
Some people that believe in those beliefs could be quiet lousy
But please allow me to speak so soft and soundly about places where you've been
And lately how things have came and went, changed and gone with the wind
Then again life stays completely unstirred when touched by zen so naturally
Whether you are in it to win, or just in it for the happiness
continue on with your life and prove to the world you can be one of them
A real person that would deal with real problems and when you swallow the sorrow
You've arrived at a stage in your life where you are more intellectual and aware
Of the pieces of the puzzle of the past that may have felt little bit unfair
Considering the condition you were in and beginning the admission to the mission that spins
Indefinite decisions should leave you suffering within if you don't focus on cleansing your sins
That you call mine, you realize that you really just lied. And are evenly tried though felt left aside
Stating the size of your confinement may be refined in order to keep the peace in the mind
dastardly crimes, becoming less benign along with your addiction, that was the real sign
you need help there is no denial just accept the fact the you aren't alright
and as you travel back home to be in your mothers arms tell her how you feel in your heart now
Belief of love has arrived . Emotions have overcome the bittersweet moment.