TAKEN WIT A GRAIN OF SALT

Wit the acuity of vision, the mind, imagination contendin
Quantification, makin assumptions like children presumin
Adulthood makes ya understood
In the hood huntin goods, based on wants not needs
Livin in the over world, hounded by Hades dogs
In the underworld shufflin Souls
Sleepwalkin ya way to ya goals
Ruled by the netherworld, searchin for Gold
The riches of this world
Bold like a mental attack, on the facts
Against ya deeds, the way it was, not the way it is
What you want it to be, the reality of ya fantasy
Parlor trickin logic, the antithesis of bein the leader, a project
A contest bout ya worse not ya best
A synonym like a thesaurus, a point of reference
As a form of decorum, foreign to a corner deacon
A beacon for illegal tender, abusin substances
Obtuse but playin the game, tagged as lame, still exclaimin
Still prayin, hopin for change, stayin the same
Tryin to avoid the poison pen, self inflictin pain
In range of bein insane, the dream of a scheme
Gone awry, gone away, caught wit ya hand in the cookie jar
Wonderin why ya alibi aint holdin water
Unaccepted, doin the unsuspected, bein connected
Expectin ignorance to be accepted, except bein
Apoplectic bout intelligence, not seein the relevance
Dodgin sorrow like hot lead fallin, rainin down
On our heads, rejected like jettisonin refuse
Abusin ya mental as inconsequential, becomin the circumstantial
Like havin the manual for a mental tune up
N passin the opportunity up
Figurin that if ya awake, that ya conscious
Against ya conscience, not trustin the good hands folks
Preferrin hand stands n romance
Takin a chance that the last dance will get ya thru
Like grease in a fire, that desire won’t defy, deny you
As it lies to you, leavin ya naked to the truth
Clothed in disguises nobody sees or believes
Like the rub of the grain n animus embedded in ya brain
Ya don’t feel the strain, that stress is the tip of the ice berg
That ya life is shaken, not stirred, hearin the word
Not comprehendin, you believe in the absurd
How n why reality makes you scared
While the fantasy morbidly fascinates n fulfills ya dreams, needs
Like a brushed back scheme, destiny seems like
The cavalry comin to rescue you, like slavery makes you free
In a society of fools, breakin the rules
Tradin for cool, attendin the University of Hard Knocks
Graduatin from thug school n opportunity
Not knowin, overthrowin Noesis
As a precaution, the prescription should be taken wit a grain of salt.

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