You have your feet washed and oiled with ointments of strong fragrance
And yond blue sky of which mine bellows like a tattered kite is your limits
What is here to envy in this sick emaciated skin that needs deliverance?
Is it the charred future or the low lone life that had been chipped in bits?
Yours is a castle and a bed warmed by parental embrace.
Love curls you around like a python around it's prey that the cold winds don't penetrate.
I lay my poor senews on borrowed beds picturing the end line of another race
When the next morning light bulbs 'what will I eat?' I'll meditate.
But you have a life that looks like a savanna grassland green in pastures and fertile
And you yourself remind me every day what a low life I am dropped outta college
I frown a smile over it and watch my bloods mustar the tile
And with a big ego and a traitorous heart you keep kicking this 'less-with-no-previllege'.
You took away all that I loved and everything I ever wanted
You took away everything and even the things yourself never wanted
You told hem lies, misled hem, made hem see me as a villian
Used my history and my attitude to turn me into Satan
Made my flaws italiced and bold enogh to scare the angels
I played Devil in your scripts of lies and lose everything for you lead the Angels.
Not even once do I fight back, but you keep dragging me in the mud
You pulled my garments of repute and merge it in charcoal water
I became as dark as night a mad man that feeds from the manger cud
And I can look into all of their eyes those turned against me, my eyes burning with fire
They are mad and brainless
They are blind, washed and senseless
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