(B)LiZzards

Yeah Let me think on it For just a minute See if I give a shit Before I attempt to speak on it Seems like the world has been running on a half empty cup As we sit back fumbling in our own shit completely outta luck These wack leaders and masters of human puppets best shut up Cause there will come a day when our race wakes the fuck up When everything is said and done and I gaze up to the sky and the sun Forsaken by the Gods above where is the love? Why is everybody hiding from the truth Running to what's comfortable in their minds What the fuck has introduced all this grand confusion? Fear anger lust and deceit intruding on a span of an as a whole foolish humankind Mentality Boosting the immune system to biotoxins in the atmosphere Gripping my hands together as I feel the tremors rippling fast and I ask myself will this Last forever? The past endeavors have me reminiscing on the growth I've yet to endure I know in time I'll find the right spark of light To revive my pint sized soul to a fire so bright Reimagined sight only beginning to take flight I'll take a bite out of all that spite we feed from on the daily Maybe I've been too lazy in the passing moments Yet when dark times arise we'll aim crazy against jaw lashing of our opponents Nobody wants to show it Even though when the tires meet the holes in the road Our brake lights are broken And when desire climbs higher than the choir of a preach already spoken The fire sparks the lighter igniting like a pyre A token of irony burning like wine in a refinery This omen we hold close an explosion of gratitude for the joke of a magnitude so Monumental It's like compartmentalizing our existent obstacles in the mental This blockage steadily laughing in the face of sanity Therefore pissing me off Imagine a collective race stalking the truth for centuries just to conclude that what we Thought we knew and learned was all a facade The intermittent workings of divergence amongst society that intrinsically bleeds and Seeps on any involved The courage for a seeking of resurgence through resolve will always line up by Extraction of the Truth A penitentiary one could adapt to? Or a sewage line septic from the touch of denial under the Gods Amongst insight to a brighter future could we ever put aside this new style of rapture our Eyes have set their sights on? Capture the essence of purity through what you manifest When fight or flight is on better be bringing the fury or be ground into the dust Best believe that when you see peace within reach you've reached the peak of unreality To foresee the leeches leave you be prepare for Hell that's blistering and be ready to Bury it six feet beneath Don't stress on the small things just consider that you're blessed to be breathing You're alive and ripe for the fighting when you rise above the grip of the demons Writhing Think on that shit before you speak on it bitch Motherfucka ya letting your ship sink the more your lips studder to fucking think before Ya speak The meek are authentic hands that feed and should never hesitate to bite back best Believe it The sludge rivers of trivial existence in modern media proves that should elitist Grasshoppers taking a stance on the lives of mere ants proving to project movement Through the filter of a dying past? Considered as an obligation to the implication of sentient messages passed down Through past frowns to light ablaze the exuberance of death defying youth Laughing at this planet lately under oath of the spirit to resist the temptation of clone conformity? It's simply omnipresence within the epitome of chaotic persistence No matter what our mirrors may reflect in attempt to sway should we pray in portrayal Levels of endurance and courage within Conquering the shadows of doubt leading exempt concepts pushing ourselves from Trivial micro details of this prison realm Grounding enough inner found cognitive flames Fuck these clowns raw and take back our crown to the Gods of Ra