The Mind Rhymes. The Soul Beats.

The heart bleeds the fire inside
The passion, the desire, the feelings subside
Lives we live with the need to create
We run on the positive until the negative infiltrates
Keep up with the beat as the mind tags along
The soul sings a vibrant song
You can listen to the words if you clear your mind
What took forever to lose, takes longer to find
Sense of self, sense of mind, sense of every emotion
Sense of fight, sense of will, sense of dying devotion
A face upon a crowd, a scream so loud
The world speaks with the inability to conversate
Until we find peace we have chosen to instigate
There is no right or wrong, just personally fulfilled
Satisfaction, a false hope on which we build
Enough is enough when there is nothing left to give
The struggle to live life to the fullest when its hard enough to just live
Breathe in, breathe out, let go.

Creative minds feed the times with the works of their own
Cause its not what you've said but what you feel like you've shown
With the innocence of a child we live easily
Until we struggle and we fight for the ability to breathe
Life lives itself with the common surroundings
Dim on the hidden, spotlight on our foundings
Precautions with the words that we speak daily
These days its a compliment to be deemed as crazy
Shades of the same, yet we expect it to be different
It means nothing to live, unless your heart is in it
You do, you succeed, but remain to hang by a thread
Cause nothing is certain except the knowledge of the dead
Definition brings us comfort with an array of lies
Yet we accept and move on as a product of our demise
A broken record spins as we break on a daily basis
We feel more than we portray with the expression on our faces
My life is a canvas as I'm artistically inclined
The past is persistent as we try to leave it behind
We strive to feel alive as the wounds heal deeply
Nothing is everything if you feel it exceedingly
Mic check, speak aloud so your words are understood
Accomplishment is parallel with doing the best you could
The good thing about breaking is the ability to overcome
With my words, with my rhymes, to life's lyrics, I've succumb.

Consider this my lyrical confession. My heart beats with the souls lie. I defy everything I am when nobodies looking. My words speak the truth. Verbally blind know not of the worlds disposition. If you look at the colors you can see we’re on a mission. The take over, countless days till we blend with the on going trend. Shades come together to make a masterpeace, we live cause we live remembering the deceased. An injection of reality, it is not what it seems but it is everything you expect. Different words, different race, different intellect. The fight to be the best has come to rest. Economically powered comes in first, another curse, money cures the diverse. The medicine for the war outside is triumph. You break and you build.