Statement

Here we go again, back into the circus, back to the cycle, back to where everything begins to fall out of consciousness, picture a hallway with a crooked concrete step that you step on every time you step by, trip and fall just because of one dented tip on the hallway, fall on your chest and bust your lip, feel the pain as it circulates up your nerve pathway, travelling up the spinal nerves wreaking havoc causes pain signals to fire, yes, we've all felt it, but this isn't that, picture that pain but in a more spiritual way, picture that pain, as it strips you of consciousness, dims the light so you can't see right, now picture that pain everyday, suffering so deep that it cuts through your fragile fabric called reality and enters your dreams, thats why you can't sleep at night, am I right, all them voices you battling, the truth is the only material worth unravelling, like a treasure chest which I treasure the among all the rest, the book of wisdom is bastered by the system, so I sit and contemplate, figuring out how to steal time and distribute it to the mass public, cos nobody has enough of it, always running and chasing the invisible dream, that everybody has so easily believed, darkness following the bereaved, exile is only for me, to know poverty, one must be in poverty, exodus from poverty lies in money, to escape poverty one must discover the true meaning of poverty, restate, exodus from poverty is knowledge, the only state worth obtaining,