Maschil

Is being sad and mad really a fad? Or could our mind be in a state that’s really bad? Maybe it’s because you never knew your dad. Maybe there’s some love you never really had. Maybe there’s abuse you hide inside your heart. Maybe you see no end, and don’t recall a start.

Do you ever cry and wish that you would die? Do you feel that what you’re told is always a lie?

When you went to look for God did the church push you away? And make you feel like you didn’t belong there anyway. And did it make you feel like no one was left? No one who understands your pain in all of its depth.

This is my contemplation, something man has faced ever since creation-question life from its very foundation, but do we know that our frustration is keeping us from elation?

There’s so much more to life than this because something greater does exist though we may be thrown amiss from life’s abyss.

It feels sometimes my mind, I can’t find, like I’m clouding up my message…with all of these rhymes, yet behind this black ink is a man who’s entwined to this pain that’s exclusive to the race of mankind.

How do you know who you are, if you don’t know where you’re from? And how come life is so hard for some? Yet violence was exhibited to the True Son of Man, ill with the plan rooted deeper than the rocks in the sand. Look at His hand-eternal scars that show the love you demand and fulfill your every need? Dawg I promise He can! Look at your eyes, tears falling like rain from the skies, He’ll wipe your tears away and then He’ll call you His prize, I hope you realize-this is the Truth, I got no reason to lie. It’s just what I feel, and I can promise it’s real; emphatic thoughts fit to call it a Maschil.