Distraction

Distractions

Distractions

Distractions distractions distractions!!!
All these distractions!!!
Fueled from envy and hate
Here we are at the crossroads
A stand still a stale mate

I was briefly an inmate
Though am not a criminal
I speak fluent English
Though I communicate in subliminal messages
There is no subliminal messages for this
Hanging from the rafters
Noose around your neck
Bumping inspectah deck.
Racing against time
Hoping you just don't wreck
Its a shame I'm committed to making a mess.
With finesse a bird uses straws in weaving its nest
I confess this world is turning to an utter mess.
I'm down to hanging with a junkie
Might as well hang me And toss me like a bungee
So much things to do not enough time
These stupid experiences aren't what I wish for
I need to get out of here
Is really what I wish for
My surroundings are getting darker
My company is getting smaller
Am stigmatized as a bad influence
I'm lured towards evil pestilence
Basking in the ambience of wrong doing
While my enemies mock me
Waging negative campaigns against me
Plotting to slow my momentum
Fighting to overthrow my conundrum

Distractions Distractions Distractions!!!!
All these distractions!!!
Fueled from envy and hate
Here we are at the crossroads
A stand still a stale mate

I love to attend tailgate parties
But I don't play football
Am at the baseball pitch
But can't even find a pitch
Let alone throw one
Sitting by the rafters
Wondering pondering
Once the innings over
I am asking who won?
My mission is endless
I am just getting started
The fun has just begun
My record is now expunged
I am soaking it up like a sponge
I refuse to taking a plunge
Look at what I have become
Yet I am not asking for crumbs
I believe my time would come
These words would leave you sprung
As the commotion leads to violence
So does the Spark that ignite the fire that turns the fire into flames
Of which,
burn endlessly.
Whose going to fan the flames?
The spark of which you lit?
Who?
Run run run that's all you do
Doing the same old thing
Never doing nothing new
Think long and hard before you step on that pedal
I guess your listening to the sweet voice of Ann Peebles
Yet your not making the adjustments
Mad
over a few allotments
I know you have a mission as a husband
But putting an end to the movement
Leaves us all with questions
What is the real distraction?
Keeping you from fanning those flames.

Distractions Distractions Distractions!!!!
All these distractions!!!
Fueled from envy and hate
Here we are at the crossroads
A stand still a stale mate©

Morinola Atinsola Moronto™