Buddah MAC
04-18-06, 01:06 AM
bound and determined to break what's binding
spine severed and the premature fall finding
paralyzed leaves littering what kept us grounded
building up upon them leaves no structure founded
properly, toppling in true cyclical fashion
so focus is the trend, passe is the passion
sky scraped by towers built up with cards quickly
looks fine from the back, but a trained eye will see
marked deck unmasked showing spade aces underneath
and the wind blowin in, element thunder thieved
was surprise, but the builders all commuted
so the community crushed were all muted
before injustice whispered, but ain't no one disturbed
insurance pay off, clear the sisters & misters
and construct the next planned obsolete
on that same scattered field of frozen music sheets
some survive on those streets, call cold ground home
nestled for a night under an unmoved poem
set to an unheard melody, doesn't seem appealing
but only through recital does the page regain feeling
so some take up the discarded, with that, it all started
regeneration of sensation with new views on what art is
and the living word breaks down the artificial construct
perfect note punctures the thought balloon that we're ****ed
that clouds every eye, sight dependant on the light shone
so staying sheltered means you never seen home
grown amongst the littered lost literature living
the soul song sewing joy and pain to the rhythm
interweave to alleviate, uplift, and recreate
backbone so standing strong is again this nation's state
spine severed and the premature fall finding
paralyzed leaves littering what kept us grounded
building up upon them leaves no structure founded
properly, toppling in true cyclical fashion
so focus is the trend, passe is the passion
sky scraped by towers built up with cards quickly
looks fine from the back, but a trained eye will see
marked deck unmasked showing spade aces underneath
and the wind blowin in, element thunder thieved
was surprise, but the builders all commuted
so the community crushed were all muted
before injustice whispered, but ain't no one disturbed
insurance pay off, clear the sisters & misters
and construct the next planned obsolete
on that same scattered field of frozen music sheets
some survive on those streets, call cold ground home
nestled for a night under an unmoved poem
set to an unheard melody, doesn't seem appealing
but only through recital does the page regain feeling
so some take up the discarded, with that, it all started
regeneration of sensation with new views on what art is
and the living word breaks down the artificial construct
perfect note punctures the thought balloon that we're ****ed
that clouds every eye, sight dependant on the light shone
so staying sheltered means you never seen home
grown amongst the littered lost literature living
the soul song sewing joy and pain to the rhythm
interweave to alleviate, uplift, and recreate
backbone so standing strong is again this nation's state