Breaking of a Man - John Forté

I know you’ve seen the breaking of a man

You’ve, taken all you can

As if the house we made, was made across the sand

Oh lord, the penalty for suffering can seem so hard

Dreaming of days with everything so dark

Try to walk good, where does that road start?

Show…

I, John

Thought exercises sought out, to advise and add on

I changed the thinking you so proudly had on

This mobilizing effort

It picks up from where the best of the best came and left it

The treasure of truth

I mix drinks within the booth

They can’t be measured with youth

I break leaven, with the seven, that would ever produce

My past estranged to life, if change is right

You can say the judge killed me, then I came to life

A new-born, like a neophyte

Fruitful love, from the tree of life

This is the letter, I don’t need to write

Peace y love, blessed the stars if I don’t breathe the night

If I don’t save you from yourself, maybe Jesus might

What I envision is better, steady, higher living

From this system though you dudes might be dead already

I graduated from a school where the minds varied

To hold a burden, known to those that only time carries

This cherry blossom of martial artists, studied the Chi

Written on Gods, some were tutored by philosophers demonstrably

I deconstruct the sub-par and put 'em back together like the monsters be

How you want it?

Obvious or subconsciously

If every man has his price, who sponsors me?

You should do more than just drink responsibly

See, even in the mountains lord, John was free

As faith would have it, they would have me talking savage

Like the average among us, and not confined to the youngest

And like the magical healer slash masterful builder

I know the riddle of steel is in the hands of the wielder

They tried to shatter my leader

Do bad to the breather, for living

Paged, twenty-seven from the Bhagavad-Gita

So when his time stops

Where he lay, read I’d rather be hated for who I am than loved for what I’m not

You can’t subtract logic, I put tulips on his grave

And waxed philosophic to the words he gave

Read my lips, it’s a new day running

And it ain’t coming, cause it’s here for the taking

It’s been years in the making

I spent years in the station, waiting to make this entrance

I’m here to free the world young star.

What’s your intention?

This is warfare youngin.

Lighting is flashing down

Tune in and let’s see what’s happening now

One way or another it’s going down