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Free Will

Are u meant to read this?
Am I meant to see this?
If that's the case then this is the hypothesis for my thesis!
The question to ponder the question I wonder
Are we really in control or being used as a remote control?
Do we have a choice on how the future unfolds
Or is this the automatic way that the story is told?

Ask yourself this on this day or night:

What brought you to this site?

What made u click the link or type the address on your device?

Are we in really in control do we really have a say?

It's His will at the end of the day

So does it matter what we say?

I would never question my higher power

Not having power to be in a higher position is hard for many people to devour

Seems to taste sour

Thinkin everything is given

People love control and hate to lose power

Because the outcome is already written

Think about the next time u and someone else interact

How random are the facts?

What if u were a second day earlier or a second day later ?

But u were right on time like a design written on a paper

And that was designed by time because u can't escape something that's divine

Quick sand

Same beginning

Same ending

 

All that's left are these feelings that are intermittent

Intimate initially then indifferent 

Should have listened to u when you voiced an opinion that was so different 

 

If opposites attract

Why do birds of the feather flock together?

And I don't know why I react

Because we could sing this same song and do this same dance forever 

 

We sinking in 

We going in deep 

We know how this will end

With us both underneath

Cause we are in quick sand

Quick sand as we stand 

Quickly yet slowly sinking underneath the sand

We are in quick sand 

 

Deliberately dedicated 

Delicately demonstrated 

For sure like the latest fashion-I was fascinated 

But it doesn't change our differences 

One good instance doesn't change a bad predicament 

 

One wrong, one right, makes for a roller coaster type of night and when you're not husband and wife and you're really not the type and it's really not the night and it's really not worth the fight so you chalk it up to life, but u know that u just might..

 

Be sinking in 

Going in deep 

You know how this will end

With you both underneath

Cause you are in quick sand

Quick sand as u stand 

Quickly yet slowly sinking underneath the sand

You're in quick sand

 

It's a lost game yet still we play

It's a dead end yet still we turned this way

Hold on for a second- let me create

 

It's a lost game-yet still we play

It's a dead end- yet still we turned this way

We may as well be dead- because this way leads to the end

No need to play games - because it's no way that you can win

So no matter which way u turn to look at it - beginning or end

The game is over - dead end- because you lose again 

 

You sinking in 

Im going in deep 

You know how this will end

With me underneath

Cause you are in quick sand

Quick sand as I stand 

Quickly yet slowly sinking underneath the sand

I'm in quick sand 

The Machine

I looked in the mirror

The mirror looked back

It couldn't be any clearer

The way it decided to react

Couldn't get any nearer

So it reflected the facts:

 

"Damn you look like a lot has transpired"

"Man I feel tired"

"Yeah because u look like u just woke up from a dream"

"Give me a break - I'm not a machine"

 

But that's what I yearn to be 

that's what I want to be:

 

A creature of habit that rarely makes mistakes

Impossible is for the non-believers- I'm destined to be great

Is this all my fate?

 

That was a different poem different lesson 

I've got an appetite for destruction- but yall aren't digestion

No second guessing, that's what's interesting 

What I say "I'm not" is what I aspire , and in the mirror the following transpired:

 

"Damn you look like a lot has transpired"

"Man I feel tired"

"Yeah because u look like u just woke up from a dream"

"Give me a break - I'm not a machine"

 

Man I have to quit, I'm the emcee(MC) and I'm too hammered - that's legit , I'm misunderstood, I miss her and under her pictures is where I stood , that feeling when you're beneath expectations- if you can relate, you feel like you're subpar but they expect u to be great 

 

I don't have to deal, I don't have to feel, "machinery poetry" so I'm exposing me- I'm made of steel

 

They telling me they're real, but I know they fake, I'm telling you I'm real - but I yearn to be fake and the conversation in the mirror may be just what it takes:

 

 "Damn you look like a lot has transpired"

"Man I feel tired"

"Yeah because u look like u just woke up from a dream"

"Give me a break - I'm not a machine"

 

Yet I yearn to be, yet I yearn to be...

 

like a machine - that feels nothing 

At 47 minute mark I perform Silver Lining and Hunger Pains
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