High conscience...

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

High conscience
trying to weed through the nonsense
My body gets diseased
Needs weed
to purify see clearly
conquer all obstacles
dabbled in treachery
and thievery
when I was comin up a young seed
when pops lied to me
Or made me try to see
thangs their way
but high conscience
make me weed through the nonsense
Sometimes we get lost in it
sometimes we get dishonest
Sometimes we break
humpty dumpty falls
stitch him back together
at first he just crawls
then conscience increases
and the falsehood gets deleted
Seeing the face of God
back in 1996
He told me that he exists
Then my world tore apart
Humpty dumpty falls
Tried to stand back tall
but couldn't get stitched back up
maybe it was just my luck
maybe I just hate being me
engage in thievery
but high conscious can't white lie
high conscious makes my eyes cry
High conscious makes me want to die
high conscious a curse
struggle just to survive
...but somehow it survives
drawing parallels to other people's lives
we assumed truth as a youth
engaged in assumption
presumptuous
till we find out older generation lied to us
so we lie and cuss
and we fuss
but somehow we must
get back to the face of God
seems odd at times want to give up
sometimes feel like damn I'm fucked
shit is just to much
take a gun and blow this conscious up
take crack rock and just blow my top
cause it's not of no use
but then the help comes
and the rising of the sun
and you become one
with the face of God!



It's not a word just feelings
so I will surf the waves of feelings
cause the words will come later
you know...
If the world was just two people who didn't have words..
just feelings...
then later words would have to come for those feelings...
Then different feelings had different meanings
and to some the same word would mean two different things...
but you know it's just us,
so these words mean what we want them to mean
what we know them to mean...
Not to get to deep for a facebook girl
you know it's no big deal
just facebook..
even though her look is like golden
and her body is like a garden
that grows fertile, fruits and vegetables you know
like feeding the whole Earth
with all her warmth and ambiance
yeah, her ambiance is like a dance
to a song that I want to last long... longer than the usual 4 minutes
I want to let the "Band Play On" like that Lucky Dube song
I want to wait till the last song, then take her home
like that other Lucky Dube song, "Lovers In A Dangerous Time"
but this isn't a dangerous time
not with someone so kind
not when we share twin minds
not when we are the only two that exist
if if its...
just facebook, or whatever, you know these words...
these words can also get in the way...
or sometimes they can convey
but sometimes they can't communicate
what I really want to say
or maybe I can't say what I really want to say
because I haven't been given that time or that day
or that chance, or that dance you know...
so.. I'll just talk about common things
like hey did you ever figure out what to do about that dog you wanted?

[2010-thefuture]

hey man I like that............nice flow,.......