a rap i wrote a while ago,
METAPHYSICS:
prepare for when i come to deliver the pain
in vain from the lylrical veins
that i spit when enjoying the reigns,
of the metaphysical times only during the rain,
mastering all except the one in which i am frail,
the love of the sacred, missing in all that entails,
the hopelessness left by all, and the lives left to unveil,
like the living legend of all that is simulated,
our faith is based on a book which was originated
form the dayz back in the quondam times,
its like walking through a field of mines,
each day we live our livez
wanting and wishing for the best
trying to cypher and conceal the tightest rhymes,
only to gain the best lines of all time,
man im just begining to understand that the field of dreams
is in a place only near the end of our means,
77 livez lived and only one left to begin,
wondering why all that we ever do is sin,
capturing the flesh held within our own mindz,
all i want is the truth defined,
why is it that all i ever do is abide
praying for the world that we live in to thrive,
we must face the truth, the calefactory of the earth
will only limit our means to survive,
so we must attain our dreams
now before it starts to seem,
that its every man for himself, and every species need to exist,
anarchy will begin, and it will only seem like a simulation
of stimulation, we must not have any more patients
when the earth determines that our radiation,
is enough to see the supplication
of the defamition and what will become the rain nation,
the omen was made a long time ago
produced in a therory for mankind to show
that you cannont contaminate the soil then begin to blow
like a mist in the wind, all we ever seem to do is grow,
like bacteria, we destroy everything we know,
a host of these great nations, 6 billion different faces
all will be lost, just like in the ice ages,
its too late to reverse the thermostatic translation
so we must conquer it now,
cause in a hundred years time we will be facing
the end of time and not only in our minds, will we be replacing
everything we know and everyone left in traces,
complacing the fate of man defined like a rolls racing
live life now or otherwise be defined in spaces...
opinions welcome
Metaphysics-[zi0n]aXe
