"Pointing The Finger"

"Pointing The Finger"

Written by Chi Money

way before the age of two we'd go through intervention

through moods of aggression, all we'd need to spoon wit a friend is

a way of pointing our fingers.. to recieve food and attention

new to the lessons.. finding truth in the legends, as true adolescents

father was too strict, offspring could never move fast enough

mother was too lenient, which then became used as a crutch

a child blames themselves, who's sharing half their features

as they're pointing out each other's flaws.. always staring at a finger

three stikes n yer out, so when human mistakes are to blame

and the man in uniform gives the signal.. you call foul play in the game

so we mimic legends like Babe Ruth and gesture to the fence

but aren't lookin to wear those pin stripes, n letters on our chest

the only time we really make a point of giving props

is when it's directed to the skies, to whoever's your living God

whether it's Allah, Jesus Christ, anything other then Lucifer

as he's only down to hide from being sunned by the universe

leaders point us in a direction, but when their actless quotes fail

they end up following.. YOU in, on your backs n coat-tails

breaking your back, for the money they back in wholesales

taxed n over packed in those jails, til we make a pact n prevail

so we don't trust the sytem, that we created n are livin under

somehow we lost the upper hand, even with the biggest numbers

countries reaching out to countries, mission isn't to see who's loyal

just to breech new soil, but not for land.. they need crude oil

to be obsolete constantly n keep their economy runnin

just to Rome as the first leader.. that Constantine wasn't

prophecies of monopolys that profit off alot of these drunkin

off the power of their philosophies, a bunch of Socrates buzzin

so unless cleaning up our act is our top responsibility

then testing our problems positively, is not a probability

so take your hands down, don't let them linger in despair

you can't hold it down for your beliefs wit your fingers in the air

just quit pointing, the world is in your hands to move

which you already knew..

when you followed the fingers, n they all lead back to you

...

"Humaliens"

"Humaliens"

Written by Chi Money

A crowd, from a planet..

round, from which they lived in.. found us in the distance

profound of our existence.. now thousands were enlisted

to touch down was the mission.. hearing sounds of demolition

jumped out of the collision.. so astounded of our livin

they've made inventions to search.. our complexion since birth

leaving a ever-lasting ripple effect, on their reflection of Earth

the lessons were worth.. the value of a different knowledge

convinced the instant they visioned no gimmiks n trick robotics

yet kids in college.. had book smarts from kindles

so when faced with a problem? they just look off n whistle

noticed our communications were becoming extinct

unless money, deceit.. weapons sellin drugs in the streets

it was a hungry disease.. so abrubtly, some were obese

heart strung out, when others played too much wit their strings

these "Aliens" had enough of these things.. now were committed

to use our powers in their power to devour the sinnin'..

now cowards were timid.. but limits were now their decision

so reached out and found the power to come out n admit it

their presence was felt.. through the news, seven to twelve..

mourning, leading.. to stories reading,

"is the origin of these extra terrestrials, heaven or hell?"..

so humans and aliens, joined forces in hand

equal, as their extra tall frames were nothin short of a man

broke down the language barrier through audibled talks

as their minds worked as one.. but had multiple thoughts

children soon forgot about the man on the cross bleeding

started cross-breeding, n seemingly everything lost meaning

that ecstasy is.. now this new species, genetically mixed

unaware of their memory, tendecies.. mentally medically risked

they had dark roots, but skin tone was opposite in comparison

unaware of their indentity.. so they got to visit therapists

some humans were moven, like "Houston? we have a problem"

searchin for spacecrafts, it'd take more then a map to stop em

knew they'd be tempted by the apple,

the question was unraveled.. the ship was stashed in Gotham!

they packed it up and blasted.. faster then a match stick

askin how they'd land it.. asses draggin on the granite

as they landed on their planet.. like they were off to be deported

scared of the new species that was too strong to be aborted

for most it was hard to understand it.. some demanded

paniced, over-reacted.. so the earth, some abandoned

some thought it was out-landish.. n were the ones the maddest

aliens only alienated, becuase they came from another planet

soon sides would form.. which would align, to confine a war

riots of tyrants wit knives n swords.. that strike with force

would this slight divorce.. turn into a cried remorse?...

the first clan, had the blackest knight on the whitest horse

they fought for Humalien Rights.. and their life of course

the second reppin of three, were known as homosapiens

who own no alias.. and anxiously hope to ghost those aliens

leading us to the last crew, who looked bred from some incest

with egos to match the size of the heads on their slim necks

Aliens were smarter, but fighting on the home field of the humans

while the appeal of humaliens were used to be conceled in illusion

these fronts only lasted so long.. cuz as the seasons changed

these family trees have aged.. leaves contained

fallin tear drops that hit the beatin graves.. that've seen the rains

claiming bad blood will be silenced.. for those who speak in vein

so after summers and winters.. each species' numbers have withered

as they were hungry for war, tasted victory.. n still hunted for dinner

on this once lovely planet, beauty explored the horizons

til the sources of violence, accordin to science.. formed an alliance

openin the door for these giants.. wit hearts, born for a lion..

ruling the world as king of the hill that was fortressed in Zion

so once the smoke cleared, and the dust settled in the ashes

these alien rebels got a meddle.. and the devil gets his mansion

these last two extra terrestrials, were the new Adam n Eve

n the first thing they went grabbin to eat.. was crispy black in the tree

famished n weak.. they have to rise from the ashes in Phoenix

startin from A-Z.. wit no tellin what they might manage to bring it

meanwhile, the part of man-kind who found the only spaceship

roamed as the only known, so noticed their new home seemed spacious

yet hard to make any sense of it.. as their eyes n ears aren't from here

forcing them to become even more then just pioneers n frontiers

what once used to rule this land.. are past as dead policies

so their fighting for a chance to advance as far as the technology

n those that didnt have connections.. isn't livin past progression

humaliens had the best of both worlds, but didn't have a heaven

0001 A.D/ B.C

"Withered Hope"

"Withered Hope"

Written by Chi Money

a prisoned clan.. from a primitive distant land

broke free from the shackles around their crimson hands

a trait left from workin their fingers to the bone

as the foundation, eager to bring a leader to the throne

built a village with a castle that had hallways.. all gold

which was also protected by a stone wall they called "Hope"

presented peace before, but centuries of war.. were heavily enforced

by all the weaponry n force.. that could never breach the source

rivals threw sticks n stones, to put their heads on a cross

and it was pieces of hope that the best of em tossed

so they stopped the negetivity and death of their boss

when those sticks n stones..

were fit to bows, n arrows.. to get the message across

this lasted generations, but hope was withering

the granit deprecation, left most considering..

a new approach to hone the stones these holes were hindering

but those arrows n litterings.. paved the roads to victory

which evil-doers destroyed to find the best of jesus

so now street by street were smashed up, broke

attacking hope as a whole, n the rest left in pieces

not knowing peace by peace they'd patch up hope..

the wall that was built, crumbled, and resused

is the rubble in the jungle we've still struggled to infuse

its a new day n age, n we'd kill to get cash gains

so the roads to success were rebuilt for the fast lane

leavin those blind to hope, to hit the gas n then swerve

as everything went black n they crashed n they burned

stars disappeared til there were no more virgos, leos..

now all you see is everyone's birthstone read: hope

sides to this wall? there were two in its history

til those on the outside.. blew it to smitherenes

wit grenades that prepelled.. to retain in our cells

which planted the walls that we create in ourselves

so to those who'll live n die by hope, n its purpose in life

whether its by the arrows, or just the courage to fight

dont see the walls in which you live, as chalking in the dirt

when hope seems it's withering.. its just evolving with the earth

...

"Mysterious Ways"

"Mysterious Ways"

Written by Chi Money

*7am rings an alarm*, he hops out of bed n he sighs
for another long day workin a job he would never resign
his hands on a project that would pressure his mind
to try and mold the world.. into a better design
at the same time knowing he'd need the touch of jesus
to build a modern Noah's Ark from a bunch of pieces
of brush.. n needless, to say.. his reasons to pray
keepin his faith, seein the things that are needed to change

started with the youth, stopped a young man through God n fate
but was filled wit a lot of hate.. so went ahead n robbed the bank
which landed this bandit in a cell block sedated
payin 5 years of his life to live where hell occupated
now had bigger problems, far as death was concerned
but maybe this troubled teen had some lessons to learn

he then stopped a woman in a convertible wit some chrome rims
needin material things as she wasn't comfortable in her own skin
he stripped her of these things, showin her life's true beauty
feelin good about herself without fitting in a size 2 loosely
finding out that being someone else just isnt her style
took a stand.. in front of the mirror and witnessed a smile

he couldn't question those who found answers in their liquor
but would continue to heal the hearts wit cancer in their liver
patients have the same things to fight for, no matter the disease
which most of us only come to know after we're deceased
he felt best to ask God.. with open arms if he'd lend a hand, bond
putting his foot forth, for all of those who needed a leg to stand on

even HE looked for evidence, all the way back to the pyramid days
but since we all vision God differently, he works in mysterious ways
he would accidently bump into the girl wit the low selfesteem
n drive off with "just married" on the back of a broke limousine
cuz material things are material, which can be replaced if needed
love's blind to the naked eye, only our sixth sense traits can see it
a couple years later, she would have heart complications
an old friend who he held close, made him a heart to heart obligation
he made her feel confident in life when the only thing hypothetical was livin
as she had been living with a very rare type of medical condition
she looked at him, held her chest and offered an organ
if they would take in and raise her daughter named Morgan
expressing how hard it was to agree when he'd see his theropist
cuz they always wanted a child... but had 3 miscarriages
now the boy that robbed that bank, came out wit a hateful revenge
wasnt able to rest.. cuz ever since he was in a cradle was stressed
as he walked down the street, he saw this man from 5 years ago
stuck a gun to his lungs, as this man of faith cried tears of hope
he sighed, cleared his throat.. n sent em to the pearly gates
but that's cuz God had a job for him bigger then the earth could face
the man wit the gun in his hand, would soon face this crime in trial
which showed his blind eyes the white light that led him to find the bible
cuz even though he didnt write the book.. he felt like he could
rewriting history as he took over the job of the man's life he took
the widowed wife told their little girl, cuz all teens get curious
if you remain clueless to blessings, they'll always seem mysterious

...

"Tomorrow's Yesterday"

"Tomorrow's Yesterday"

Written by Chi Money

A scientist, chemist... tryin' inventions

branching out artificial wings to fly in the heavens

but in the living flesh, was bound to fall to his knees

so just became a ghost... lost in the breeze

(but in order to see a better way..

lets go back to Today's yesterday)

he thought he could change the past n have the glory, so..

grabbed his pen n pad, threw on his thinkin cap, n labratory coat

strained his brain, to screen out the greatest of facts

as he then looked deep within to find a way in the past

but by trying to change whats already been plotted after

meant he was going about everything he wanted backwards

instead of stoppin the bleedin n patchin things up..

he wanted to stop the man that went BLAM

and all the bullets that came from that black machine gun

he would build himself up with his thoughts in action

pedaling towards the eye of the storm's fog with passion

to reach tommorrow's yesterday, better then today's

as now the world as we know it, never was the same...

he traveled n changed the past, wit better designs

not knowing he made things evolve way ahead of their time

cured death, making the planet over populated

turnin beasts into theives, now famished ogres rob the nation

stripped the land.. of all pure kindess

like quotes from grandma that she offered, like this

"dont talk unless you have something nice to say"

so all that was left was an awkward silence...

the guns he brought back to the part of the past wit nothin

were now today's nucleur weapons of mass destruction

saved MLK to JFK, so we wouldnt have to grive in descretion

which shortened the life of their message, as it weakened the legend

we needed these lessons.. I hate to say sacrifice

but we were sent here for a reason, n have to face the fate we have in life

now in tomorrow's yesterday, we face a new situation

we too can reach the stars, but through limitations

so before the blast, this new wave of the future

was beyond time travel and the ways of computers

but to avoid repeating the past, you dont need the whole details

just know it would then be led, by what is now a three year old female

who will soon be the next scientist, chemist..

that has to invent a way to make things right in this second..

...

"A Love Patient"

"A Love Patient"

Written by Chi Money

born in a city where her lust for love, these sins shackled

knowing very well God warned her not to touch the Big Apple

the first boy she'd meet, goes back a ways now

where they'd grow as one, hold hands n play house

both were so young, lookin forward to the rest of their lives

as they would then fall in love.. way a head of their time

she was about to be 8, invited him to her birthday bash

not knowing it would come to be the worst day had

cuz he had a jerk face Dad.. who got shit faced on bacardi

and killed his son in a car crash, on the way to her party

wishing to see the light again, as she blew out the candles

sitting in the forshadows of her life, as still two of em crackled

become overwelmed, as she traveled in nature

carrying a coach bag.. but got bagged by the players

dated out the clubs with those who couldnt walk the walk, wasted

now aware that she was looking for love in all the wrong places

she'd tried finding a relationship, before finding herself

close to losing what she has left, like her mind n her health..

all the while in her journal, she jotted down her trials n tribulations

mistakes, verses new life long lessons.. creating a bible of innovation

her smile? instantaneous.. when she met a new love

after that new high it gave her, like it was the next to do drug

but then got tired of the rush, so quit wit the pain it withdrawls

getting closer to living in her own shadows, that painted the walls

　

she then noosed the strings, to her newest swing

had a new perspective, yet the view confused her dreams

n everything she knew, it seemed.. but choosed to see

the useless things.. that now werent as big as they used to be

so as her heart grew diseased.. love was the only remedy

growing old, she's seventy.. holding memories as a lonely entity

after tons of times, the love she'd find, she hoped was magical

making the most compatible.. broke, not even close to casual

but lookin back, she wouldn't have lived it any differently

even when she passed the pearly gates n was hit wit an epiphany

...found her soul mate from the past, who's last age was seven

so as their eyes met again.. it was truly a match made in heaven

wit the final chapter of her life

she turned the last page, which sentenced

a forshadowing that she'd write

with her past ways as reference

...

"A Touch Of Gray"

"A Touch Of Gray"

Written by Chi Money

a creative mind, creates designs

so he raised his eyes, to paint the skies

but only saw sunshine or cloudy days

could only keep his head up or drown in rain

life out the window, tear drops roll down the pain

so broke out some paint that soaked out the frame

etched in stone.. was his notes to jesus

his intellegent touch was a stroke of genius

bringing to life, flat lands to canyons

as there was no middle ground for this man to stand in

but mind was colorblind, only saw black n white

sittin under the moon with his canvas by

standin by, until he would turn middle aged

n the dark hair on his light skin would turn a little gray

the pictures he painted, used to lack depth

til he put on the shades that would aid his last sense

had a new perspective, viewing from an open mind

as he approached to find everything he hoped in life

had to keep a straight mind, level with himself

cuz these pencils n pastels he wrestled with as well

found a problem, but more then two ways of goin at it

so composed a classic on a broken canvas

to show the masses what hes grown to grasp with

through the mid tones that honed stones to ashes

as eraser dust.. he hates as much

took his vision to another level.. as he raised the brush

to the big picture, now in high definition

dispised repetition..

which in light, gave new life recognition

to ratify what pacified half his life's wonders

now was inticed to give life through vibrant colors

his artform spoke a million words, yet too much to say

so brushed through a ton of paints, to become a saint

and signed his name at the bottom, with a touch of gray..

Chi Money

"The Masks We Wear"

"The Masks We Wear"

Written by Chi Money

covered beauty, Maybelene

our styles soul, is ankle deep

fake faces, can hold up a lie

and pass judgement in a roll of an eye

we live under these masks, to blanket the flaws

putting to rest the emotions we hate face'n at all

boss steady trippin, got em pissed n embarrassed

he'll smile wit an animal instinct, grin it n bear it

to get those trips as an heiress, tickets to Paris

visioned since a kid when he lived wit his parents

but he hated these masks, that weighed his emotions

which made him more then two faced wit his notions

now mainly devoted to maintaining his focus

in a texas hold'em tournement, contiplating his motives

was dealt a bad hand, but still raised the risk

chasing charades, taking every players chips

limits would double until their image was humbled

vintage in an instant from the minute he hustled

but still starved for power.. took the cash of weak souls

saw his darkest hours.. through a mask wit three holes

he opens his eyes, to tunnel vision

and black clouds the sun'll live in

light to the touch, blind to whats real

as deep dark secrets, he tries to unveal

he then met a girl, wit a face of an angel

who would get laid out from Cain cuz she's Abel

changed up her angle.. n he saw a new side

through the perspective lost in the softest blue eyes

these masks he tries to dicipher, dying beside her

slips on another fighting the fire, he'd light n inspire

now shes cutting it close, in a surgeons mask

with his feelings on the table she was workin at

deep down he hurt, his soul opened in part

as there was nothin to cover the hole in his heart

the doctor of love couldn't patch em up risk free

cuz these layers we put on... are only skin deep

the makers of these masks, pattened a killin

he was the robin to the batman, but acted a villian

always played bad to the bone, so it was no wonder

the mask didnt fit accordingly with his very own structure

ego's cover made him feel bad ass

but there was nothin to touch his olive skin

as he gasps from his last mask,

that was pumpin him up.. wit oxygen

"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

"Life In A Flash"

"Life In A Flash"

Written by Chi Money

since the day this star was born, white lights were flashin

til even the eyes of the wise have their hindsight distracted

as you can only see so much when the lens is on zoom

all the friends in the room.. have their presence in loom

this entertainer who always craved the attention

would soon change his direction when he faced his reflection

made for perfection.. on magazine covers

as tradegy hovers sanity, n numbers of families suffer

yet still the media frenzies.. over the gleam of a bentley

scratch n claw for a glance to find out the seats are all empty

lost his ways in the lights that took his every moment

n scared away his shadow as it over looked his every omen

they love a rise n fall, everyday from dusk to dawn

used to love his songs.. now just talk bout how he busts the law

so you'd have to end up in some institute or hellish prison

just to get on Dr.Phil and get another interview on television

you dont know how obnoxious it gets.. watchin these pricks

profit from chicks.. topless in the tropics n shit

standing around kiss asses as fake props in the pics

wouldn't mind the flashes, if it was all in moderation

causin' obligations, that caught the smallest observations

but good or bad publicity, his name would grow to rise

they knew how to twist stories, but that was no surprise

now walks the back alleys, to stay clear of of the madness

finding there's even more trouble that appeared in the blackness

then those same lights flashed, as he wasnt alert

the mugger ran off n threw some blood on his shirt

cops said freeze! you have the right to remain silent

as he screamed, "im not the type to display violence"

soon as the victim knew who it was, she pointed the finger

sayin the boy that just beat her, had the voice of a singer

which he made mistakes but had morals and strong electives

even the photos were seeing things from the wrong perspective

then hopped in the squad car, feelin like OJ Simpson in his truck

the news chopper couldnt miss it, had the vision from above

stayin in the fast lane, headed off a bridge wit a budge

cuz it was known footage of this could make millions of bucks

so he was chased by the world til he was colder then death

n media was the monster that pushed him over the edge

not knowin even the greatest pictures can't grasp our pride

so after thinkin back to Princess Diana in her last car ride

family photos flashed by his eyes, where the smiles were real

as the rest were just compiled through computer files in steel..

"The Goods"

"The Goods"

Written by Chi Money

he was born Victorious, yeah.. that was actually his name

grew up the hometown hero where his whole family was raised

magically became, a maverick in the game.. of both life n sports

threw spirals wit the slightest force, n mind was bright of course

was an all star QB, who wouldnt pass on runnin like a half back

he had all The Goods, so it seemed there was nothin he was bad at

so were some jealous of his math skills? you prolly would wonder

but oddly the others, would praise him like he was godly wit numbers

which in a way made em stay over qualified, for any job that he pleased

who in their right mind would swap a degree, for a mop n some keys

that'll lock up his dreams..

　

cuz now he has elegant ways, of displaying his intellegent ways

planned to be President, n be greeted by "your excellence", wait..

he would still wrestle the weight, of the devil's restraints

but developed a strength, that put hell n its rebels in a hell of a place

as knowledge is power.. preachin his word, he would prophet for hours

that power was the obvious founder, that led him to profit from powder

and the relevance was eery, in college was a chemist wit a theory

would sell meth to methodists, just to get dead presidents, which clearly

sealed his fate, behind steel grid gates, n couldnt appeal a real debate

so still he ate, those meals he hates, from these greezy filthy plates

see why? *rewinds* lets reel the tapes..

　

was so in debt could box his bills while fightin for a dollar, shit

granted he was livin, but was still dyin for a scholarship

so when push came to shove, he was pushin a whole gang

had the goods in the dope game, in the hood sellin cocaine

overlooked was his own brain.. even though he stood tall

wit a 4.0 gpa, n was the best around to throw a football

while his reflections, hit the smith n wesson his fist was clenchin

he knows he must of missed a lesson, n would never get elected

cuz he was runnin for office, sellin lies under the table

offered an escape til he became like one wit the angels

cuz his way of thinkin, paved the streets in.. tasteless treason

til faith then reached his, place of peace, by the grace of Jesus

"If These Walls Could Talk"

"If These Walls Could Talk"

Written by Chi Money

a hassled man wit fragile hands, paid a proud nation

to build me up as the foundation, of which this castle stands

imagination grew curious, of why the sky is the limit

so these walls hit the sky n beyond your site within minutes

all kinds of these women with somethin to prove in their life

are programed with confused dudes in a fly, suit n a tie

soon to provide illusional sites through Lucifer's eyes

but what their losin' is time.. and the lust of it all

so start cuttin corners, til they find the blood on the wall

the drugs n the straw.. guns in the vault..

duckin it all, talkin bout how he wasnt involved..

n had the same answers when flames enraged faster

up the walls that supported what he was incaged after

those walls were rebuilt, but since nothin is free

or obstucted to cease the construction of greed

green turned to power that made him drunk n he screamed

got bored n aggravated, waitin to fullfil his facinations

while his ego got carried away, along with his imaginations

he shuffled right by me, with out a care in the world

on the way to take advantage of this scared little girl

who's screams for help then carried through the walls

barely knew at all, but appearantly her calls..

made it to the saviours that came tearing through the halls

defense preparing to involve, those sharing who's at fault

but dna of stupidity smeared between the ceiling n floors

kneeling beforth, a force that never seemed appealing before

so as he woulda Madoff wit profits, striaght off deposits

of names lost in closets, that were taped off in boxes

guilty of ignoring his surroundings, 25 to life was given

so once the walls closed in, he had all the time to listen

then started talkin to the walls wit the voices in his brain

became voided as insane, pourin poison in his veins

YEARS LATER...

got doses of reality, once he left those clickin gates

grounded in a sound proof room, wit his pessemistic ways

but if i cant talk, why your ears pressed against my face?

respected his surroundings as he found death's a livin place

yet his best descriptive traits were left in written slates

ten incrypted plates that were read from prison mates...

but he slurred words right before they heard his breath go

saying, "these walls can talk... n im stuck in a stir of echoes".......

"Reaching For Perfection"

"Reaching For Perfection"

Written by Chi Money aka Chi Zilla

this seed was planted, cuz indeed we were famished..

so anything out of reach seemed to be the dreams were grabbin..

climbin to the apple of my eye, clawin til my arms 'er hurtin..

as I got my sights on something flawless but im far from perfect..

and i know I'm reachin for a sin, so I ask n I plead gawd..

you know I got a further climb to go then jack n the bean stalk..

askin to be lost, just to find the answer in a timeless manner

findin the highest ladder to rise a defiant master,

but filled my eye's wit patterns of a slight disaster

til my mind was battered but still kept climbin faster..

to find the pasture of all kinds of matter, so as i cried wit laughter..

i proceeded to eat, leaves n this beef, season after season it seems..

the reason he clings, to this tree that he swings to what seems within reach..

through out all the lands he kept growing

..left knowing it'd flourish if the light kept glowing

but to adapt so it can have the chance to last longer

..windy days n black clouds made the plant stronger

n to reach its peak, n eat, you had to hit the pinnacle

..its weakenst point, so the chance of it is minimal

watering down a few, plants of life with the fountain of youth

scene thousands of views to prove there were mountains to move

dying but surviving in a jungle, where animals want ya food

in the grass, movin fast up the branch, tactical wit their moves

years would go by, and now he is turning old n grey

still holds his ways, hopes n prays for golden rays

now so decayed, is his body and the life he has built

never were his eyes filled wit guilt, just pride mixed with will

to rise up and still, reach the place he was destined

that bitter sweet feeling of victory he tasted in heaven

tried so many ways to make it sway in his direction

was great in many ways, but still had days of imperfection

n livins hard, so as my head hit the bark, to take a nap..

beneath the tree, n the deceased being, laid an axe..

a lost child, who walked across miles

...of the long Nile which was a mark of his strength

he was blood to him, but the lust of sin

...caused pressure that scarred his heart within vein

but he wasnt helpless n rebelious as hell is

...just a guy in a crisis starvin for change

odds came n he got change in God's name

...part of the same, family tree his carcus remained