My Meaning of Life
Takeing my stand I reprimand, all the times when I’m sinking in sand
To face all of life’s little demands, to frustrate my peace, beyond repair
Despair in the heart of the sinner, who graced upon this earth, cursed
As a outcast, shed from the light of justice, but intrusted in responsibilities
Thoughts provoked by deception of optical sounds, what is up, is down
Thinking of the occasion when contraception had magically occurred
I imagine if I had somehow concurred, I never would have been born
But now that I have my life is scorned, discarded as a drone not even a clone
Wondering through life like a dog, waiting for someone to throw me a bone
Able to pounce at a blink of an eye, spirit of a lion, yet I’m going to soon die
Wishing I knew why, the world is filled with hate, poverty and suffering
Was Jesus crucified? Or are people bluffing? Saying our sins have been repent
Yet were all heaven sent, pure and innocent , but were all sinners yet to offend
Martial status is the key to life, not counting bastard children not born from a wife
Born to feel pain, made to feel regret, protocol to be happy, though our fate is set
Waiting for the rain, always in a fret, life is so sappy, and we're not heaven sent.
Links I replied to:
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...29#post1477429
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...32#post1477432