Real Wisdom

Written By:

Bodizepha

Verse -1

Them na want me

In the school system

I'd teach them real wisdom

What they gonna do

With a bunch of

Wise children?

Like holes to fill in

Can't rape the willing

Brain cells they killing

Scape goat the villains

Society crying and dying

Asking why

Standing idly by

To the sky

Starring at the dawn

This song the magic wand

And when I'm gone

They'll try and

Confine the limitless

Refine the remnants

Define the sentiment

Re-assign the benefits

Messing with the messages

Incline the mind-less

Mainstream to find this

Time-less

Treasure chest

Evidence of cleaver-ness

Bodizepha represent

Last breath regrets

Never as good as it gets

Till I'm dead

Twisted in the same spot

Un-earth the grave plot

Under worth-ed and under feed

And I can't stop

Speaking of all the things

You might have thought

But never said

Chorus:

Walking down the street

Looking at the sky

Walking down the street

Smog in the eyes

Verse 2:

Slow mo

Moving through bureaucracy

That's so old

And out dated

Stop hating

I'm a proud maven

Saving a haven

From them dark ravens

We paving a way

To break through

In life, no take two

Tremendous skills starting it

Aggressively pursuing targets

Investing in repressive markets

Sinking

Regardless what you're thinking

Never tuff decisions

Stardust inscriptions

Word is bond

Enough wishing

Since birth I'm blessed

But connected to the curse

Business unfinished on earth

Broken promises diminish worth

What's worse?

Lack of discipline

Knowing means nothing

Assuming everyone

Is doing something

Dead before inception

Setting up

A new connection

Focusing the question

In tuned to the rhythm

Giving my impressions

Here's the biz

Re-defining the plot

Underlining what it is

While undermining what it's not

Chorus:

Walking down the street

Looking at the sky

Walking down the street

Smog in the eyes

Verse 3:

Done pretending

I'm investing time

In sessions

Inventing

Parallel dimensions

Self-defeating prophecies

Deceiving me

Illusions with consistency

An individual

Subject to ridicule

Accept it as

The way I live

I'm sick of screaming

Taking life for what it is

With out adding meaning

Seems minimal but critical

Awareness

An essential evolution

Potential, revels in collaboration

Clearing smog

Reaching new levels

Dealing in precious metals

Healing infections devils

Feeling trust disheveled

My soul rebel active

Valiant efforts tragic

Nations out of balance

Using talents to construct

Creative transformation

Agent for emancipation

Climbing towards a tipping point

Insight & reason

Leaning towards

The mood to listen

Soon to be

My intuition

Clarity

In the mirror

Stands my reality

The most daring plan

In humanity

Chorus:

Walking down the street

Looking at the sky

Walking down the street

Smog in the eyes

Written By:

Bodizepha