"Through The Eyes Of Illusion"

"Through The Eyes Of Illusion"

Written by Chi Money



they feed us lies that appetize our minds, all in alignment

wit the eyes we uprise to a world full of false advertisements

products strong as steel, but now everything retail is plactic

free? only to those blind to the small printed details n asteriks

happy to be alive, but where does the pain go when it dies

are there halos in disguise, above the rainbows in the sky?

its like everythings deligated to be seperated and segragated

politicians run for office, too drunk wit power to be designated

they say life isnt a party, but its something to be celebrated

food for thought?.. well..

eggs in a fryin pan is how your brain on drugs is demonstrated

these natural imperfections, get on our last nerves it seems

so half the earth we see.. acts urgently to have mass surgeries

we put on fake smiles, n wave high to our nice neighbors

as we throw ourselves out there, in a sacraficed nature

shot down a million times, but inadvertantly will try later

always chipping away at our insecurities wit ice breakers

our vision is foggy, in clear blue skies

fallen tears of joy, is what we hear through cries

dying to live, since our days of birth

as lost souls, find a place on earth

we become big headed as our brains slowly turn abscess

through subliminal messages, that have no return address

hungry for attention, some starve for some friends

but it was both Barbie n Ken that started the trend

as picture perfect... could only be framed

cloning humane, as if no one notices change

no strings attached... is how most of us love it

while the free world we live in is controlled by a puppet

do we love our companions, or are we lusting for a connection

desperate to make it honest, now trusting is an obsession

some want to see it to believe it, so heaven is questioned

til deaths in its presence, n they beg the revrend for vengence

finding these visions are more then a figment of our imagination

overcoming the impossible was the mission of our facinations

as are sight is amused wit, the world our mind is infused in

while we're all constantly living through the eyes of illusion

so with the mind of Confucius

I try to get through this

inclined high as my view is

I sigh, n keep movin