Construct This
First Posted: 05/17/07Posted by: J MaC
L ook at you Stuck-up on your handmade pulpit Self-proclaimed preacher Ordained fraudster Regular know-it-all commentator Mista so and so Massa this and that Loot in the bank Gas in your tank Minutes on your cell Life is grand Things are going, gone damn well On the scale paved highway to hell Inside the illusion Unaware and participating in the collusion The irony In reality You're still a goddamn nobody Caught up in yourself And the pursuit of so-called wealth A rat on a wheel inside of a game Every lifetime resurrecting a brand new name Different places The same different faces Everything changes and remains the same Construct this The life The untruth you live Polluted Hapless fugitive Simply one of many Your glass is swiftly fading black to empty How long How far How deep The door is closed Bridge long burnt Where next can you roam? There is no going back There is no home No amount of lolly Can't buy that coveted ticket With all of soft gates coded money So construct this When the beast tickles the monster And that old space port Montserrat is drowning under angry water Where to? When payback starts to dig and swig St Kitts and Antigua Where to? When redemption plays a swan song for this round green and blue And the disciples of mayhem are hunting you Wonder boy Where to? Visualize and construct this When your sky begins to rain Blood and fire And there's nothing natural about "nature" And there's no haven in any Major or minor city When the rats in London begin to flee Concrete and steel melting like paper And the big apple is no longer a picturesque Skyscraper Unlike the lying history your terminal future Isn't written in yellowed pen By shifting, frightened men It's not will It's simply a matter of when So construct this The dreaded slayer I will be there Soon When you remember Who where and why When you wish that you could somehow fly Away I will be there death in my claws fear in your eye One fucked up day and endless night What ya gonna now buy with all that accrued lie? Who will you pay? The price of betrayal is priceless, enduring pain I am the one Destined to permanently erase your name It's an undeniable reality Despite the trove and the reams of envy You're still a pretender A runaway nobody On a one-way street The ophidian twist Construct This Or That Matters not Construct This © 2007 Ahkenaton
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