slicker than oil
for riches he toils
foolishly fighting over materialistic spoils
nothing to gain
slipping away like grains
of sand ...
his clinched fist equals an empty hand
the strength of a man
always in popular demand
but realize he's human first
so for money and power he might thirst
fuck around and fall victim to the curse
these are the acts that break made men
show you his worse side before mental expansion can begin
strap on a suit if armor to protect his weakened flesh
appearing hard as stone to hide the heart underneath his chest
at his best he feels blessed
but deep down he knows he's hexed
trying to deny the latter makes him stress
so now he's vexed
striving for perfection
to heal the scars of rejection
unable to hide from the truth seen in his own reflection
broke the mirror to free the demons
covered in blood but never screamin'
after viewing the shards it’s still to hard to even envision dreamin’
tired of being the victim
of a system that convicts him
running from life’s restrictions
deepens the affliction of addiction
to vanity ...
a state of sanity
is becoming a thing of the past
searching for the arms of security in something that was never meant to last
time to remove the mask ...
and dismiss the fear of shame
never point and outward finger when you only have yourself to blame
see, real strength can be found once a man can admit his faults
feelings of pride, brought to a halt
inner depth, now able to exalt
now free from his former self
he’s finally obtained true wealth
a sense of oneness/being whole, a pleasure he has never before felt
he accepts the hand he’s been dealt
because he believes in the power of choice
no longer afraid to lift his voice, he now has reason to rejoice
viewing the world with new eyes is his first step towards ecstacy
and becoming a "true" master of his own destiny
a Man I’ll be proud to have stand next to me
Peace
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