Grinders and their seductive powers…
Yellow mellow flowers grow out of winter in the springtime, human beings locked away in skyscrapers in the meantime; workin for a greater calling, tryin to make it to the big time, or just hopin to see that big guy. Plannin every action round the day that they die. I understand, at least a bit,…
Climate Change - King Peace
Yellow mellow flowers grow out of winter in the springtime, human beings locked away in skyscrapers in the meantime; workin for a greater calling, tryin to make it to the big time, or just hopin to see that big guy. Plannin every action round the day that they die. I understand, at least a bit, and you choose how you waste your life. I’ve been balanced on the edge, fading deeper into this fine line, writin in between lines, to find a reason, maybe a rhyme. Yeah, the world is heatin up, in many ways, climate change, strange how it describes these days. So cinch the noose tip the chair and fall from the sky, a simple concept that exists only in our mind, dispose of our disposable society, all in the interest of makin a little more money. Psychologically blockin all the options that would start stoppin complications beyond the bounds of nations. The vessels emptied of their souls for riches and golds, will constantly increase till we change our goals. These played out roles, in a skit carefully controlled, destroy our planet and waste our time, while the futures bought and sold.
No one wants to be alone for the rest of their life… And most the people I’ve met fear the day that they die. I took the time to realize, no matter what they wont remember. Nothing is infinitely forever. The disguise of life is oh so clever, looks as if it’s many pieces put together. Though as we look deeper down, the picture starts to render… A single strand of energy… What is all of this nothing meant for?
