Ra

The beautiful questions hanging from my head like a question mark, still the light from the spark, illuminates the dark from the disco lights, white nikes, denim jeans, summer skits, flirts, everything is all about work, but I am tempted by the evils, laughing from the poisoned wine from their fortress, I skip the wine and straight to the ganj, in the jungle where the weak are eaten, but the strong prevail, and swallow the nail like the truth, tough and rough, I resist the rust of the touch from the lustful, disgusting, slaving and at the end of the day sleeping and falling into a trance, a dance where we are lead into a path, instead of knowing that truth plus truth can set you free, we'd rather go on a shopping spree, thats the type of math we learn, the more we yearn the more we bathe in the spoiled black currant oil, eating from the soil that is as corrupt as the intentions of the farmers that toil, from the politicians that speak through the tv, frequencies like lies, travel through the thick smog entering our mircophone