The shining corners of the square drag me to the middle
Its no decision from the task I been giving
Its time to go
No wasting time
Or tryna find my knuckle game in the center
Fast forward to mentor
The past it laid
My end of days and led me to fool fate into a future
The blue lines are my suture
And I continue to go
I continue to sew
The fabric of my creation
No one can stop the design that has poured out of me
Stolen the light I see or
Shaded my sight from me
Whether the prick of a needle
Or the surgery I go into
I fight
Meanings change just like the game
But I will always be a player
My designer is in my purveyor
He is not done with me yet
He provides a safety net so I can get my adrenaline in order
I fight my disorder
I abhor what some have bought up
Yet I contunually smile, knowing all the while.....
The knuckles may need to come out more
So I can stop all the raining pain of the blows to my ego
She goes where we go....
Not knowing I'm always on point....
Its a fight
For my life
I hold no stife or discord
I'm a get mines you better get yours
Before I revert to a time before I became resigned and call Ceanie into play
Cuz back in the day
Whewwwwwwww
Back in the day
I'd of took you to hell
But I exhale and walk a way waiting for the day where no fighting is necessary
Ego ain't no longer an accessory
And the fight is for our right, our life...and our society as a whole.
So now I have told what I see
What you can grow to be
and what we need to see if order to be righteous
