Fa-Q - My Caricature

[Fa-Q]

I am stuck on earth, yet I know I have a mission to mars,
And I've been struck since birth, now I'm kissing the stars,
If I drew myself, I'd be walking this road, missin the cars,
Fighting each car that zooms by, with my fist in my bars,
Whispers in shadows quickly fade, yet I'm hearing voices,
I try to make decisions, for some reason I'm fearing choices,
My blue eyes, seem to condemn everyone, they patronize,
I've convinced God used my eyes, to paint the skies,
Aint it wise, to know I've fall, because I'll faint then rise,
I know I'm original, individual, like sun rises and sets,
I know, money is for naught, days spent, is our prized and bets,
Life can not be squandered, so I searched and found a use,
It was next to some dust, papers, and a poison brown recluse,
I'm trying my best to seek life, instead of hiding kills,
So I'll expose this cold world, with my writing skills,
Peaks and valleys, always leave me fighting hills,


I see flower beds flourishing, but theres wilted glum rose pedals,
I am made of mental metal, I have built and composed metals,
In a time of war, some live and die, and some chose medals,
Will I be a wise man, because the wisest man heeds sayers,
Will I pass churches, because the slyest man needs prayers,
My over exaggerated smile, sees 50,000 smiles a day,
Past the horizon, see them from 50,000 miles away
Its meant to be like that, they build planned high sight steeples,
The flowers beside the church, wilt and die like peoples,
And I smile, when I could have given, jewelry instead of memories,
Each morning, that's an everyday renewal the dead loves enemies,
Over exaggerated eyes, not proportionate, filled with tears,
It took them months, but when its all said and done, build in years,
I want inside, because inside that safe building they killed their fears,
So how long does it take, until you start to hate your face,
How many robberies, until you start to gate your place,


Every sound I use, makes my anxious, sweating hands wait,
Each of them look for ruins, and hyrogliphs to translate,
I write thousands of blueprints, and wait for my plans fate,
Anger? I have the black panthers, and Ku Klux Klan's hate,
I'll have dry lips, thirst for more, until every dam breaks,
I'll crash into every car, and just blame it on the damn brakes,
I want to see the pearls and beauty, each and every clam takes,
I'm just a cartoon, they have me smiling when I feel sadness,
They have me in a nut house, straight jacket, to heal madness,
And they give me a journal, I hope that my diary stays,
But I'll set this world on fire, leaving my journal I fiery blaze,
So this proves, I don't want my caricature from a street vendor,
They show I have skinny legs, that my long feet hinder,
I fall, then spring because I always try to beat winter,
My beautiful bride is drawing this hideous, and ugly caricature,
Yet she kisses me, misses me, and then she'll hug me stairin at her,

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