Like the wind

An equilibrium
I swear i had it
Before my huge smile turned in a pool of sadness
I'm bad at this, recouping from a fall
Call me crazy but i'll take nothing over a wall
Division
What's your mission?
Fishing for a new pot to piss in?
It's gold plated
Like
The rest of your accessories
While folks die you don't think twice about your greed
Money
Yo that's funny
We all need it but you control one percent honey
Or bee
More focused on the poetry of sting
Than every giving a fuck about providing things
Assets
To that i'll roll another
And think about how you used to be a brother
Or sister
Gift well when sifting through the wishing well
You never know what type of demon's neath the undertow
Whoa

I feel like the wind
Mixed with Chomsky and Sagen
Philosophizing about where the book begins
And where it ends
Who knows with these folks
Playing with egos like the ghosts in Mario
I fiend for sequels and prequels too
It's like these dudes knew
They straight see through
But getting more dollars than they've ever grew
So between me and you
What are we gon' do
To bring a renaissance to how this art gets viewed
Ay
What's up with this fate
When all i want is for obama to check out my mixtape
For real
I don't steal from anyone
I just hone my own craft until the job gets done
Yo how fun?
Well, sometimes it's my life
Other times it's my death
But guess what?
I ain't quit breathing yet
And i won't seize a grip as long as i have the choice
Down to build brick by brick with each noise