Twisted
by
Robby Richardson
It's a twisted scenario
Rhyming unbearable
Scared to go, hysterical
Raring to go...so prepare to go
A poem so twisted, one of a kind, due in time, rhyme for rhyme
Ignore the signs, everything is fine, we walk the line, walking that “line”
To not cross this line or jump this line
Greed is a powerful weapon built on the basis of mine…law is rules few will abide by
Just another line to imprison the artist inside
No egotistical or stereotypical, definitely original, a little cynical
With this helping hand we stand against life's demands, one nation one man
No difference in the insistence of a growing mind so no resistance this time
Obey the law, no above the law, they're above the law, they put the law for you to follow the law
Creating does not mean making nor is taking the since of insinuating
Reinventing reinvention in preparation for new sensations an ultimate preparation
For when time stands still...we'll fill our will...to choose either the red or blue pill
Do we follow our heart for start...do our part to save the earth we brought
The earth we’re given in a world so driven
By the green that keeps sinning of the green that keeps printing
The gold we keep minting, walking this path we keep insisting the world keeps spinning
It's a twisted scenario
Rhyming unbearable
Scared to go, hysterical
Raring to go...so prepare to go
I whole heartily agree to perceive the need to feed the machine so obscene
We down now from found to lost we pay the cost
For the poor to stay poor and to stay sore
Be rich...it’s nothing but folk lore...once more through the door
Accomplish dreams nevermore...it seems, you mean always for the team
Dream to dream of dreams left dreamt all the things we can't represent
To point the finger to make the figures...well, it figures that we figure...
Out...no paint to paint our pictures
But you keep dreaming and work hard maybe we’ll achieve
What they got and run by their clock
That’s on their block while they point at their wrist yelling tick-tock
Break the cycle, break the circle, until it hurts you that’s a fighter
It's a twisted scenario
Rhyming unbearable
Scared to go, hysterical
Raring to go...so prepare to go
In case you were wondering this poems about Anarchy
A call for those to stand by me, a fan of me, treat politicians like an allergy
A call to arms, raise your arms, to grab our stars, they belong to all
Strip the rich from their homes and make them pay for their wrongs
Teach them about survival, teach them about reprisals with assault rifles
We should not fear the rich and make this fuss they should fear us
Everyone deserves to fly in the sunshine, ride high, by a fly by
Money is evil burns the soul to ashes
Internal war between the classes but let's ask us
Who benefits when we fight it's time to make it right
It's time we unite to make the change, it's time for the people to take the stage
To fight under bright lights instead of suffering from stage fright
The End