If Only I Had A Voice (C) 5-28-09

Who am I even talkin to man I feel smaller than a negative decimal I’m unseen and feeling little like my body and mind is infitesstimal What I need to do is get on my knees and start yelling Hosanna Before I walk all the way to Georgia and get shot In Atlanta Da effects of the hate causes me to tell Anna I liggety rock the coca cabanna I’m annoyed cause it seems my only inspiration is from santa. But switch the T and the N Some people criticize my thinkin but I never seem to hear They’re to my right and sound is bein drowned out by Zephyr You see I’m hanging from the highest rope And bankin on the highest hope Now I’m hearin that “fly” is “dope” My head is spinnin like a gyroscope Sometimes I wish I really didn’t have nothing to say So maybe I could speak my mind and then lay back in my dègagè I’m steady talkin bout the gangsta’s life Navy seals and others How the Bloods and the Crips originated from the conspiracy between brothers. Like the money in his band was fatter than potatoes And the robbery with arms left his shirt redder than tomatoes Trying to convince people that Jehovah’s Witnesses has the answer to many questions And the way they verbalize and explain things makes them look magniloquent My faith in them and my God is truly inextirpable But my actions and hypocrisy makes me look despicable I’ve been running from my conscience and mind and armed heavier than a hoplite I’m steadily running away while on a treadmill and I’m standin in a spotlight Blood is leaking out of every part of my body because apparently I’m porous Some type of sponge like Bob with a hawk head like Horus Most people has haters but with me it seems like everyone likes to vilify So I’m depressed and my Viruses makes me a scyzo, I really need some Abilify I’m just a child and to my Grandma I’m a baby so is killing me infanticide I wish I could give them cancer but instead of granting a wish I’d grant a ride A ride through the darkest depths of Earth and make them pay for their malversations Stab them through the heart hang them on a barbed rope and inflict on them lacerations I’d hold them in the coldest flame and put my butt in their face like Rakishi I think I need some major guidance and spiritual knowledge like Maharishi I wish someone would come to me and talk to me and just spend a Second with me instead of giving in to other’s malentenda Why do I live Why am I here I think it’s because I have no choice And I could live with that, if only I had a voice.