Wednesday, June 30, 2010

One Brain Theory

The one brain theory seems to be bring me to my knees.

Demise, disguise and adaptation, constantly moving.

With the hollow hot ones constantly burning my ears, bring fears

Seeds of doubt fly by some landing in that crevice by my eye, growing, showing my imperfections, reflections of lies making me look ugly.

Do you have my back?

The ring says you do, through and through, yet I see an army of the one brain theories. Arming themselves will fallacies, made up actions, fractions of the truth being told, reactions is what I want but can’t. All being fed to your self esteem, dream of one day being proud of yourself.

Outrageous ideas driven by your fears, hollow hot ones taking shots at my ego, no you go, be with them. Imagine me as this man you don't know, when did we go, when did we grow-apart, from the start?

Live with the lies of the half truths and journeys into fiction, they brought friction all the time it was someone you never thought of. Lies turn into truths, just not the ones you knew about, you have doubt but it’s not mine It’s the one brain theory

"Peace be with you brotha"

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