Counterfeit

A collection of experiences exposes the fallacy

Concocted premonitions of intuition...what a load of shit

It's seems fit to ask the question on what determines the heart

The solution easily escapes like bad gas through a fart

Pain staking like brain raking, delusion of the soul is whats in the making

As the book was being read my mind got misled, the tone of voice was different from the contexts on how it was said

From we shouldn't to its me, not you...unfortunately I held my breath so now I'm blue

Do most of us even have the slightest clue

I guess not cause we're steadily counting the seconds on the clock, she ticks and I tock, didn't mean to even mock

But that's the result of fabrication, don't be scared give me the honest translation, worrying about my feelings' lacerations

I thought I was patience, but I stop lying to myself, finding the truth is just really finding oneself, Are we so inept

When it comes to the thought process of realizing that we are afraid, I don't think you heard me when I said that we are afraid, so we just run and evade to lands not surveyed realize you're still bogus, a walking masquerade

I was taught words never meant shit

Printed like dollar bills so it could be counterfeit

Serious relationships that's a hit or a miss, does the human condition really know how to commit, I do admit I'm guilty of a lot of shit...yet that's the past and I've moved past it

Clean slate for the future forget you have a closet cause that causes a problems that forms to a composite

The heart goes against us as it starts to get lenient and most don't realize their relationship is one of convenience

It hits precise so I hope you felt the click, pick what's real and discard the counterfeit.

They say life is one mean bitch... and it's hard, but that depends on the way you play yo cards. A lot of us have been beaten and scarred, damage consciousness and a soul that's marred.

So we play the victim and look for sympathy, to drawn them in, devise some type of imagery, having drama like Antigone, Am I alone in this, my own soliloquy. I really hope y'all feeling me.

Passive to any meaning or mention of love, feel like its out of reach like the stars above

And I wonder, how did we get conditioned this way, when emotions are just an act as we watch the stage play. This shit needs to change, I'm saying starting today.

The false composition of entangled emotional affairs uses the foundation of misguided love, though thick like mud.

It needs to flow like water, be most definite and never kinda sorta.

Our realm of reality is more than just atoms and molecules, it's our spiritual essence that's needed to create the rules. Are you a fool or just a tool, cause you'll...be the one who says its cruel but volunteered as a stool. The workhorse, a mule. Learn ya lesson, attend life's school.

A revelation that could make you sick, make sure your cornerstone is made of brick, seek out the genuine as its free of tricks and when you see the counterfeit give it a nice swift kick.

-AMOT