Shits too funny, shits too serious Most of it overwhelms me to a point So i try and stay oblivious Nothing i can hold to my core And no one to love when I'm sore I feel the shame of my thoughts And the feel of my distraught What can he say to himself at times like these Most likely over justifying himself And loosing his power of thought At a moments notice the songs change He's pleased momentarily Until the tunes die off, along with his love. To live or not to live? A question that will be answered in time. To live is to love, to die is a crime. To live without knowledge is the same death will bring, But in life we wait for it through time and painful stings. Our nature is to live through it all And some break this as should an unjust law. Why live? And why die? If i find the answer i know it's a lie. But now, life is the answer for me, And death will come later to set me free. I will feed you my name and feed you my brain, tell you my days and a few of my pains. Forever sitting or standing it's all so much the same when we all play this life as a mere game. I don't speak a word, much less a phrase, as since young my mouth has been put into place. When i do, i gurantee no sense will be made Thinking, technically this makes me insane. As for my name, Pedro Has been known softer then playdough. Can't say the same for a friend named dave, he was very tough and acted so brave. Can't take nothing without it raining his day and for this he gave many a blue-blooded face. But in truth it's the reason i know him, such a fair man, in a mind so grim. Not many would give him a dare until he dimmed himself and his piercing glare Till the day he breaks this trend he'll walk alone with not a single friend. There is a guy and i call him paul so many friends he can't keep track of them all. As honest as a man can get, or let But he keeps his name a secret. I was once told by the anonymous why he didn't reveal his name he said that a man must find himself with no previous claims, Only then can that man be free from friendly fraud. Above it all was a holy man of great belief in god. And only on sundays did he work to steal from men, and every seventh day he grew greener with envy too all his friends. Dave and Paul were a great weird bunch, their flaws coincided when dave threw paul a punch. Paul took the punch and greener he grew more and more, day by day as Daves anger came to brew. Envy and rage had come to bind, eeirly uniting them to help clear their abstract blinds. In a sense two honest men show eachother and create a friendship for one another. Paul and Dave never changed and stayed very much the same. But each gained an advantage in the life we call game. Sweat in the eyes, blood in the sand. A soldiers body wrapped in blood stained bands. Night sky killers drop devastation as they explode. Only requiring a single man with a book of codes. 50-50 scoped and spotted ready on its stand. Torn apart families screaming throughout, this is our land. Day time murders acur as a ritual of aim, shoot, and reload. Think about it, all this over a single druglord. Politicians claiming this battle needs to expand. Ofcourse, it's not their little boy getting his own number brand. When did i loose it all? And i have yet to take my fall. Who will i meet on the other side? Another soul who's fallen aside... What's it all about anyways? Actually, exactly that is what i say. How have i fallen astray? And where will the rest take place? Fallen and bruised, dazed and confused, hit by the world, he lays and bares. So cold he feels he's being dealt but he knows the truth behind himself. Appreciation can go so far till a man goes crazy from lack of help. His tears wait and gather till the last blows been dealt. Then he feels it all at once what he never felt. Scrambles to make sense of the home around him, he's a child heading the wrong way. He knows he'll never find his true goal, and he's to coward to open up his soul. I only hope he can hope and doesn't fall victim to his own flaws and moans. What a lost life he leads and to no one he can plead, for a mind with no height to high can only fly above himself and his godly cries.