Roots of sorrow

cynical beats

on dark verses

critics turn to demons

and i ride their curses

burn the rubber

throttle for the stars 

i aint no lover

only got love for the scars

b***h be like 'worship me'

b***h dont know

that part of me

now b***h be like 

im sorry please

i said swallow first

then claim your peace,

the world is as harsh 

as a mellow beat

so turn up the bass

and move your feet

overcome your needs

and be the wanted

take it all down

take it all for granted.

trespassing down a fantasy

i need to hit that s**t

chemicals calling, 

my conscious stalling

i look to my feet

and my feet have fallen

sunk to my self pity

drowned in hate

cause society thinks 

I should wait

but im curious 

as everyday goes by

i need to make love

to know im alive

but all anyone cares 

is what can i buy,

to get the blessings

i have to make a killing

and the only way to kill

is to make a living

but the way i want to live 

is to love and love to the core

but even thats got a price

guess we are not wild anymore.

Reviews

[Shane Mohamed]

That is a very cynical perspective of life. I think you probably went through some rough times when you wrote this. It definitely was vivid; although, I didnt see it in color, maybe because of the mood. I think you should label it as mature though. Harsh language, sort of. Thanks for sharing. I hope you feel better soon.