Props to PrototypeEightyOne for the beat...

It started at a young age realized the way
that the world turns through the girls learned how to behave
and play the brains like a game check the king to bring change
make him move to the rhythm of my musical taste
but different's not always better as the slippery slope gets wetter
everyday the skies seem gray despite the good weather
whether or not to tether and knot my inner lack of decency
cause I seem to release this beast out of this cage way too frequently
the harder I tighten my grasp the more my soul slips away
try to rid the disdain but the inner conflict it makes it hard to remain sane
don't wanna let go of control but that's when it hits
although the puzzle pieces fit the picture looks like shit

So I never looked back to the past became unattached to the facts
reflective of the subjective is not my objective so I pass
the flask of poison to the devil in control of the task
although pissed came to grips with the realization he didn't exist
but the twist is as convoluted as the fine lines of your minds
trying to find a reason why to to even try when life sucks you dry
evaporation of the emancipation of thought through what we're taught
engrained since the days that relayed the ways that we now choose to mock
cause people like to talk a lot with an inability to walk their thoughts
integrity gone with the wind as it's spit and it's tossed
lost in the materialistic fabulous fantastic
elastic personality abandoned the passion it's pandemic
a panoramic view will envelop the underdeveloped minds
that climb the vines of the divine in an attempt to try to align with time
so I turn a blind eye to the cries voiced by the devil's disguise
it's in the whites of their eyes
it's the sight of the lies
and the fights with the whys
using might through their pries
trying to bite from the wise
to make right in their lives
but it won't work to lurk in the dirt when the words brings worse hurt
fully immersed in the depth of the eloquent verse during the first spurt
cause I thrive between the lines interpretation of the mental masterbation through rhymes
along a spectrum between simple and elaborate design
decipher line for line untwine the binds in time to decrypt the lips
with swift ability to fill in thee dead space with your hasted ways that wasted away
in the maze of the games that never paid to play the way you paved the way
with your decay in ways that amaze the eldest of age
life's a stage to break a leg but the bone won't heal when you seal the deal
the power you think you wield's unable to shield a strike to your achilles heal
so feel the real depth of my mind trickle down the vertebrae of your spine
just relax and unwind unravel the babble into a place of no mind
where you find time to abide by the laws of natural design
it's the elegance and its relevance to the emission of benign
a mission to feed rhyme down the throats that boast the most
from coast to coast you can find me at the post that host the ghosts