One can't explain the unknown,
When the days of those had hearts of stone,
Only they know the real reason,
When they were committing spiritual treason,
Those are the days when they weren't believing,
Eyes were open and they still weren't seein,
Because the darkness was what they were conceivein,
But it took change to understand that we thought was actually good was only deceivin,
Sometimes we can't do the math,
So how do you think that you know life's path?
If we did do you think we would have the same walk,
Conversations would be different when we talk,
One time crackhead,
Use to steal,
Use to beg,
How can we understand someone else's last breath,
When our own conscience thinks we've cheated death?
DMK 11/21/13 EYESTOINK COPYRIGHT
