This train journey is way too short
Not time for relaxing, no time for thought
Resting was periodic, no solace was brought
From this man's neurotic mind which was frought
With madness and sadness, but lacking that badness
To send him over the edge of this bland mess
Created from the life he's been swimming in
Permeated are his words, consecrated are the verbs
Segregated are the stanzas of which he lacks no manners
He'll spit like it's regulated by infinity and beyond
Less of the Woody, more of the Buzz
Talent lightyears from the fug and the fuzz
Shrouding and clouding the judgement he controls
Constantly outdoing, monstrously breaking the moulds
Of which society has held him in, still locked up in Shawshank
I won't remain like Andy Dufresne, I'll have Red to thank
Maybe I'm living in the tears of a clown, it's all just a prank
Waking up finding your brain's in a tank
Mesmerising, soul initialising the end before you start
You find that your mind was never yours, then what about your heart?
Did I really love you, or was it all a part
Of the chemical chaos completely courageous,
Keeping clean could've controlled cholera's contagious
Nature, but like it's human namesake
That pill was hard to swallow, feeling hard to shake
Socialism the cancer of a free trade universe
Fleecing the elderly will only go and make it worse
But Stalin and Lenin, Russian but never slowing
Hitler with Eva, evil always knowing
What its intentions really are, but mentions little more
Than what you should really be hearing
Truth and justice is close, ever nearing
But its that same truth that's got us all fearing
Closed the drapes, lock the doors,
Over the window we'll end up peering
There goes another son, now that family's sad and tearing
Running out of space in prison, so the judges are making the decision
To have the innocent fill up the ground
Who really needs perennial weeds when the roots of d**h's fruits can easily be found
Composting there like earthly mail o's, and there their souls grow worthy with new shiny halos
Spreading those wings like the Nike tick,
Hundreds in the sweatshops sew and feel the prick
Of the needle stained with blood, hear the clock go click
Like the gun against your temple if your fingers ain't so quick
But let's not pretend that Fare Trade spells the end
Of the used and ill treated, the confused and still defeated
No money to feed the children, malnutrition will have them k**ed then
And who do we blame, Colonel Mustard in the study
Or hustlers in the game?
Don't hate the player, heard it all before
Plenty of Jehovah's, see me slam the door
Selling me a religion, sorry son, can't afford it
Worshipping false idols got you missing the Lord
It's how you pray not where, but I'll still applaud it
The effort you give it all, but then again I won't laud it
Do I surprise you with my use of language
Got you choking on my vocab sandwich
And while you testify about the mystifying demise
I'll carry on studying polymathematics, and collect my prize
And record all my efforts, no need to revise
You're working on the lows, I'm rolling with the highs
You waving the hello's, I'm shouting out goodbyes.