I look up at the ceiling and stare…
Thinking of many things of which,
I am aware.
Unsettled….
Watching them peddle their
villainous wares.
Know I don’t need it…
But for some reason,
I care.
Wants and needs…
try to find what’s going where.
They got money trees,
so the seeds,
gotta be planted somewhere.
The truth is I see roots,
Up under your hair.
American fruit,
evil embedded in there.
It ain’t fair.
But in this land,
No man shall be spared.
God told eve,
Not to partake in the tree.
But what if that’s the only thing provided to eat?
The powers that be,
make sure that’s all we can see.
Executing their plan to a T.
Make us compete.
So we don’t notice our blood on the leaves.
If we made a team,
Think of all we could achieve.
But people be fibbing.
Saying they wit it,
They gon make you believe.
Whole time lying…
They just can’t wait to be king.
Thought you was wit me,
But I seen that pride land and it stings.
I thought you wanted to wipe the slate clean.
But instead you became exactly who they want you to be.
They say,
absolute power corrupts to the core.
Money is power,
That’s why we gotta get more.
But if we ever get enough money and power,
to walk through the door,
Do we want to be better?
Or just even the score.?
Everything gotta make sense…..
That’s why the ceiling’s the floor.