Good Intentions Cruel Intentions
[OUTRO]
by
Costadinos Contostavios & Robby Richardson
I see a little boy in his own little world
Lost on his way finding solace in the poets of the modern day
Tracing phrases in his books to find meaning
Defeated in his feeling to find hope in dreaming
Because I didn’t follow their way...they threw me away
Odd in unique finding beauty in defeat
This Hajj has been a journey to touch my soul
To unbelievable, to wild a fire to control
“All They understand is venom, venom”
To honor the greats I won’t hesitate this Hajj seems like my fate
A cachet of those that have helped along the way
The words that shaped the man that stands today
To pay glory to those that helped write my story
The writer I became and Hajj is to blame
“Cause there’s a man overboard”
“And the tides gonna drag him down”
“If there’s a man in the clouds”
“Then tell me where the hell is he now”
“Why is the silence so loud”
“Have I thrown it all away”
All you see is the poison in my choices...Wish to silence my voices
So if fraud is what you claim than I’m the one to blame
To keep the beauty in Hajj’s page
A pilgrimage to the soul every writer must take
A Hajj to rewrite my mistakes finding beauty in the journey that I made
To touch my soul in a world that I was warned
Has the world thrown me away
Has Hajj thrown my career away
All because I won’t follow their literary way
I’m no longer afraid my soul became awake
So is Hajj the one to blame, the reason I throw my pen away...all for good intentions
Hajj is all about intentions...good intentions
And if all you see is plagiarism then I see your antagonism
That’s cruel intentions...intentions
And if all you see is stealing and ignore the meaning
That’s cruel intentions...intentions
And if all you see is counterfeiting and not the influence of those in my beginning
That’s cruel intentions...intentions
If all you see is theft and not see the beauty that’s expressed
Or how this Hajj has made the writer in me blessed
That’s cruel intentions...intentions
“Cause there’s a man over board”
And I’m calling out a mayday
“And the tides gonna drag him down”
At the bottom am I found
“If there’s a man in the clouds”
The only answers he fills is doubts
“Then tell me where the hell is he now”
What answers am I allowed
“Why is the silence so loud”
So alone in a crowd
“Have I thrown it all away”
Has this Hajj shown me the way
What will you do with my good intentions
Under the fall of my name will Hajj be to blame
And in the end the silence will be the same
But will the man playing the game be there when you call out his name
So will I drown in dissensions of writing that was written with good intentions
To see their expressions as my own personal reflections
My own personal impression from a common shared profession
To honor those who walked before me not for glory
To honor those that have restored me...Am I a fool
A Hajj of good intentions...Intentions made cruel
The End