BALLADS OF THE DEPRESSED

Fishing in troubled waters, like they want to break into carcass, you work like jackass, breaking borders like its smugglers, living your life like a hustler. Dude, live your life like it has no shallows, stop chasing after shadows, the world is full of callow, schmucks that live their life with flukes of swizz, streets engaged in ballads. Youngsters hold the world as but the world, don’t let these words get you dud, get your heads lurked on to the great deeds of the aged that was showered with applaud, that did justice to the fantasy of the horrid.

Cocooned in this violent act, you are chuffed like it’s not going to end; sometimes you hurl at the hungry soul “everything is sweet”. Why don’t you grit your teeth and get lit to make it, many beautiful houses out there are not homes, they could be filled with palpitations of fiddlesticks, bricks that cant be sustained by their foundations. Don’t take this as a jive; it’s just a vibe for you to jive with like it is from the heavenly seats.
People that do live for greatness could get downtrodden by their loneliness. Foxy Chickens lead their soul to blind alleys of unseemliness. Engaged in this phantom with great finesse and gradually encroaching into the world of the finest madness. This is for the second state of mind, Cloud cuckoo land hooking you up with looks you cant find, you try and make them grind and they exclaim you are too kind, take a look at their time of resurgence to life, is it not heading you to a forever strife? Call your soul back to order and revive.

Although they may be the salt of this so called world, don’t easily take heed to the power of their word, it might get you dud or lured, don’t fall to their tricks, they can get you proud, laud you and pollute the cloud around you, they make it loud like it’s the United States-Iraqi war sound. This madness can get you brown, bring you down and make you frown and sometimes, may turn you into a clown.