My World - Illogic

I’m traveling this maze,

With a javelin,

Taking aim at abdomens,

Stumbling as I guilt trip

From pixie dust particles,

laced with the American way of conformity

I lash out in defense of culture to stimulate dormancy

But i’ll rest for a second

And build on my mass collection

Ask questions of worth, since birth

Compile images, styled by each lesson

Cursed with illogical thinking in eyes of society

Crash parties of orthodox

Without the ignorant inviting me

The path I’m destined to walk is widening

But narrow to the close-minded

Hidden by brush and greenery,

I can’t see, but my flows find it

Blinded as I step through this forest of activists

Dodging thorns of the norm

Decoding life’s puniest form disguises a pasifist

After this confrontation with this beast of regret

A tainted existence is the resort of taking a breath

So i hold back and don’t inhale,

To see where life takes me

Elevate flesh to a level of stress 'cause i believe life hates me.

Nothing’s gonna change my world.

(x4)

Don’t stop in a sea of normlessness

And abandoned crowds that stand around

And wait for their performances

I wait in that coul de sac to see what Karma gives

Cause what goes around, comes around,

Holds weight in a lake I’m born to swim

Will I drown due to the obesity of my thought process?

As gravity pulls down to impede my self conquest

Filling my pockets with payments of nonsense

While the cover charge ???

play of my life is ???

At times I stand on the edge of this cliff and forget rap

Before I step across that threshold where ???

bends and splits at

I try to evade the barricades and downplay the mishaps

Convincing myself that the speech isn’t related to the syntax

My emotional famine is at an all time height

Where I’m forced to raionalize between comfort and what’s right

But when I write I’m comfortable

Pen and compass is the agony

Of the turmoil dinged existence of the Shakespearian tragedy

But does this hero die due to his flaws?

Or will I float in pergatory state before I take the fall

So for now I won’t wait it

Trudgin through knee-high satan

Contemplating whether I should stay on this frequency or change the station

Cause now I’m tuned in to ruin

Falling flat on my abstract

Too intimidated to press on

But not depressed enough to backtrack

The story too ???

to be laughed at, too surreal to be realistic

Dangling between an individual and a statistic

Will I see the light at the end of the tunnel

Or has there been an avalanche that closes off the outlet

Snuffing the option of if I’ll have a chance to escape this fate

Or is it by choice I walk this road?

Why did I get enclosed, continuing progress but feel froze

Nothing’s gonna change my world.

(x4)