The gray scale is our nail in the coffin
Good luck on the mind fuck of the next generation.
Pulling the gray yarn from our head, the lead, of our soul we’ll become dead before old.
The race for the worst things of all that crawl into your mind, all the time, without crime or disorder in order keep us all in line we wont wine.
Never out of control in the mixing bowl of life. without pain we maintain our false existence we aren’t witness to our own malfunction as we sit at the junction of either truth or ignorance.
Most of what we call reality is manufactured duality. two sides to every quarter in order to serve the purpose not to serve the worthless. Like set up dominoes we rose to the occasion only to be knocked down back to the ground
we’re out of control as we roll through existence. I’m a truth seeker. In search of the road less traveled filled with rocks and loose gravel. a bumpy ride to the light as i fight finding the reality we can not see with our blinders on but hope is not gone.
I’m a rebel with a mission weather you listen or not i have the the answer to what the world needs. What it feeds on and strives to be. A war of art. creative expression. It sinks in your veins with out pain. It brightens your sole as they tighten the noose as we use our brains and hearts. the gun has fired so we start the art revolution not pollution. but a beautiful confusion
I make mistakes in the form of a flower. each peddle is a medal to my existence. you are the witness. Without you i have no proof that i was here. don’t fear my end but hope for the best I’ll never rest with out a creation. a bit of art fusion with reality a new born expression without tension and did i mention every piece of it came straight from my heart like a dark hitting the bulls eye. i never lie but only speak in code so you all know that the truth is not for everyone. like a gun pointed at my brain i maintain my course steady and true only for you and the glue that holds this life in place the giant rat race of life stabbing the weak like a knife in the side as i ride on the time-line of what we know you shall go and carry out my blessings always testing the boundaries of creation facin’ the barriers the obstacle that tickles your ambition, wishin’ it would all be over so roll on your side and hide in the sand of ignorance with out color or substance. a bit of gray scale i tell the tale of a man with a goal to flip reality on its head before i wind up dead.
