A broken heart, Torn apart, Shoved a shard of glass,
Into the past, To start a new cast of outcasts,
Real facts, Stolen from the loved and still rap,
Real blasts to seal traps, Nothing can stop the collapse,
Of a society of trash, Turned back from the gloves of variety,
Now we mash all the thugs with the beloved to form a dynasty,
Finally, we quietly turn back to the irony,
Trying to be vitally oriented we start a society,
Built on the descent of the few, We move,
From the chosen to the many who repent their dues,
And soon they reorient their views, To choose,
A new path, To correlate the people as a group,
I am afraid, so I downgrade my own tirades
My rhymes are a chirade of my own portray
This is my way to evade my duty of aid
Hoping to achieve something what puts everything else in shade
Why the [F] do I feel so betrayed, played with, strayed of my path
My wrath feels like my fade just cut me in pieces with a blade
never was the person to blame others than myself but the person
I became made me put my ambitions on the shelf
So what can you do other then to accept the fact that
the tears I have shed kept me away from the things I now regret
Society is falling apart
Modern time's make the past
look like a work of art
Yeah societys falling apart
Now its down with the drapes,they all want to see me drown
I can see it on there face,think your better then me cause you picked up faith
I've been challenging God,but the facts still remain strange
my sanity died, just a pawn in this game
restless- trying to keep my mind sane, why the world revolves
im unsettled by most of y'all, on that pedestal watch u fools fall
on the surface of this earth, just a bunch of dirt balls
the quest for questions a quintessential cornerstone
nonmaleficence do no harm and do no wrong
perpetual worlds unfurl
its takes time to adapt
overreact bend over back just to be heard without finding the words of the past
action taken stricken down
get back up let it all go im living now
but once i find something i own im back to doubt
not backing down but lashing out
orbit aint got [S] on this dirty mouth
dont get me let me be
im in the clouds replenishing
Society is falling apart
Modern time's make the past
look like a work of art
Yeah societys falling apart
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