Mary once knew.. she knew who she was.. she knew who she really wanted to be..
She wrapped herself up in lies, and formed her favorite fantasy...
She lies to herself about how she felt and how she thought...
She came and went and believed in everything she bought..
She wrapped herself in materials to fill that hole in her heart..
but disguising the real problem is always just the start..
Deception leaded into another realm of charades and a collection of deception
and it seemed that her brain had made some ill choices of reception..
for she struggled to find that one who could buy her dark soul..
just so she could be in some type of mind control..
be it by money, need none more..
so in that, we called Mary a whore...
She knew of the class she had collected
and her middle finger to us she erected..
She didn't care, and neither did I, honestly
since in life it's all about power and money..
Mama didn't raise no fool.. and I went to school
so to be in there, you need whips and a mule..

So back to the matter at hand..
Since you might not seem to understand..

Tom was a kid who'd been down on his luck..
and after a while he just didn't give a fuck...
being broke and alone.. disconnected phone..
and everyone with that condescending tone..

After a while, he went and moved into his own mental state
and some of the people in this place just would call it fate..

He drifted into madness for unable to create..
and then the cold eyes that act like they can't relate..
Those passerby on the highway at 3 am...
too scared to ask.. too scared to know the truth..
No one stopping or calling from the telephone booth..
No cell phone ringing out for someone's salvation..
Stuck in this former self of a greater nation..
A nation of cold eyes and firm handshakes
with this breakfast bars and morning shakes..
While a child starves because mama's out smoking the rock..
or how the women of the night rock around the clock..
How the shadows behind the scenes move free
and the paranoid just live in a media fantasy...

Someone once said that What's out of sight is out of mind..
so I just consider it another case of the media blind..

In a world so full of information and knowledge
access to one of a hundred thousand ah'many college.

Where it's all about being informed but distant..
and the world just changed in an instant..

Instant messages to your heart from unknown smiles..
while the signal runs to you from unknown miles...
Speak up, nation.. your voice has become blurred..
and when it comes to being the one to speak out for our freedom...

I'm just deterred.

01/16/2002

Posted on 01/16/2002
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