iklipse-yo its tragedy stricken/
thicking with each breath/
i lose my mind but sum way through time/
it finds its way back/
transmits and send a few sad stories/
allegories of souls that have ceased on their path to transcend/
my mind reminds me of his ex friend/
through a poem he’d like to recall/
and coined it after him/
antagonist/
he’s a fascist/
masked in an invisible cloak/
his life a miserable joke/
on his shoulders/
a non flavorful yoke
a heavy boulder of burdens/
so he wrote a suicide letter/
or three/
paper blackend wid animosity/
cautiously you have to read between the lines/
to figure out wat defines /
man or myth/
but with every lie u die within/
and that is wat was slowly killin us i mean him/
verse two/
i curse you/
those from up above
god or allah dnt matter still no love/
know nothin/
cuz i know sumthin/
this galaxy is too vast/
to classify faith/
in those who created it wid vengeance and hate/
gold buddhas 30 pieces of silver money makes the obvious/
look monstrous/
the options not open/
in life no such thing as a recall vote/
so i’ll keep rhymin till my skin goes cold/
end of story my minds off wandering again/
off to make new friends/
