Written under the heavy inspirational tunes of the innovational hip-hop warriors Dälek, this is not finished. But I think you'll find it entertaining, and perhaps, thought-provoking.
Used to think I was wise
Kept this ignorance hidden under disguise
For some reason it never occurred
I lost myself in words
Haven’t you heard
We all just fight and fail
The bread on the table going stale
The wine once was fine
But now it’s lost its taste
Make haste, we gotta find a new way
And build it out of clay
Shape it into something fresh
So that we can all come together and mesh
Why you think we all fallin’ behind
It’s ‘cause we fight for ourselves on this grind
Every man for himself
But here we make it hell
Try and stare in the sunlight
See if you can count the cost
Of stepping out of the cave, feeling so lost
Wisdom soars over your head
You can chase it ‘til you’re dead
Or maybe ‘til you lose your head
’Cause no man can gain
Anything that he grasps in vain
He doesn’t get it
Never has never will
We all are dead men marchin’ up the hill
So why try to hide
We all knew life was just a ride
To deny this is to lie
You lie to yourself and you die
Separated from truth forever
Never again to consider wisdom
