It's the lone soilder
From so long ago
The memories a mystery
Living life in the shadows
Quickly reaching epiphanies
My peers be sickening
In the race of life's contest
The poison is the pa**ion
With a couple of backstabbings
I Crack off a fragment
Just to examine logic
Only to notice it's absence
I can't see to much light
Besides the shine from my tablet
n***as think they're the prophet
Like benefits come from magic
I ask you to contribute
An influence that distributes
A love like d**
In the motion of commuting
In my ideals that I'm pursuing
Knowing actively I can't catch it
So I strive for it
f** a "sh** happens"
Live with distractions
But my focus remains static
Like some bent TV antennas
Soupr got his groove back
Because I'm way over a Stella
People who know me better
See that benevolence in it's best sense
Starts with a fresh dresser
When it comes to you negatives
I turn off my receptors