Laced It

Religious intolerance born off ignorant assumptions

Poke and prod through your wires trying to find the malfunctions

Because you don’t breathe in sync with them, you’re dancing to your own rhythm

Digging your way out of conditioning trying to seek your own wisdom

They resemble ghosts without closure walking through weary walls getting livid

I ride all night, no helmet, brain exposed, surroundings so vivid

They can shake their head in disgust but the accusations of another

Don’t make up for what they lack; you’ve got the love of your mother

Some base identities on contacts passing through from offshore

Putting their pictures through their albums, dropping names to build rapport

I could play familiar game, feed you more lies to keep you lifted

But I ride with habit of perspective even if your tone gets shifted

While many live on their knees a small percentage search for truth

Leave with their heads hung in shame, it’s black and rotted like my tooth

Being a pawn on the board is restricting in position

But you can make it past superior pieces if you only look or listen

Swallow your tongue and choke or roll it out and send some noise

Learn yourself and look for light cos’ negativity destroys

I won’t become tangled in a web, living life through a TV

Can’t identify with that world, Big Brother isn’t watching me

I sit and picture a world where time becomes abolished

See confusion without routine, so many minds are malnourished

Approached by a man with a bible, rifled with words he couldn’t define

So sparked he could hear the trickle of Jesus turning water into wine

Saw a woman beaming with satisfaction she could not conceal

Felt upper hand on a man digging through the trash for a meal

Some open minds, mostly closed doors and society is still complex

Where we display papers of marriage so we’re deemed as having sacred sex

Many a slave to a wage they’re chasing dreams and robbing chances

To walk their journey without make up ‘cos they’re chasing pay advances

The mourning process for a parent’s death now resembles roulette

Where children are players waiting for a ball to rest, land them with assets

With money comes power, but power should be heeding warning

Cos your Mercedes will not save you from the affects of global warming