Without The Rose-Colored Lens

Keep the faith but peep the trouble from a distance, if I would’ve listened, we wouldn’t be facing this decision, because intuition had left me hesitant but bold, I took forth this position and let my legacy unfold, but the path that was chosen was only lonely, twice as cold, making room for a person without a conscience nor a soul, without money or power, but with a solid heart of gold, only through some oppression is when your guiding light can show, if I had the right to know what was next, I couldn’t be held back, but I can see the path I lead, is a trap in deed, and the people who believe in the crap they read, are deceived, I mean hell look at me, society feeds propaganda to the streets, keep the people enchained and try to tell them what to eat, even go out as far as trying to tell them what they see, and the people are silent but wasn’t told they couldn’t speak, and the government wraps the problems up in satin sheets, tell us all that they want and not what’s really happening, we picture every entertainer in a positive light, instead of trying to make your own million dollars in life, too busy worried bout’ the next man and making no difference, pursue your own goals and avoid interference, learn to gain insight because people pretend, and then take a look at life without a rose-colored lens