Lyrical Spiritual 6

I know your're waiting and you're so damn nervous.

I know you're hoping that I could explain this.

Look In My Eyes.

I will try and show you.

My eyes are a window to the world,
And this world is oh so cold.
Having to put on triple layers
As I keep working the mold.
Getting deeper into the chaos with every step,
Breathing heavier with every breathe.
With extra omph! in my step, I'm making process.
People judge with their eyes; thinking with negativity.
I take that, drink it, and use it as energy.

It might not look like much in the building process,

At least from the outside eyes.

Thinking that no one cares whether you live or die.

But look into my eyes...you will survive.

The will to be better, I can see it through your eyes.

You might stay stationary but you at least try.

Trying to make it out of the coldness,

Into the warming light.

My eyes look like the devil is burning in them.
Due to the burning desire.
As I view people continuously fall to the ground,
Broken, shattered, dead.
Unable to move. Just sitting their motionless.
Trying to fit into the world they're buying.
Wipe those tears and arise to your feet.
Failing is an unfortunate part of society.
Staying in that position is up to your decision making.
Option A: Stay there. Label yourself a loser.
Option B: Build yourself up into a possible winner.

Work Hard, Play Hard. That's the motto for me.

YOLO is played out, retarded, and needs to cease.

Speaking on behalf of my eyes...we need to rise.

Do what you gotta do, that's your job.

The bigger the bill, the harder you ball.

Because you don't want to take that nasty fall.

Don't sit there patiently waiting for chances

Don't be afraid to fail, always make advances.