My Life Has A Wrench In It

Sometimes you gotta throw a wrench into plans, break em apart so you can build them back up.

I had to bring my pain to the present.

You’ve never been chained to the stains I’ve been tethered.

Dragging that rock around, praying for change to the weather.

Laying a cane to my feather weighted et ceteras.

Boy, you are no exception.

What makes you stake claim to the naming of extras, as part of your script?

As if, we wouldn’t blot out the words we see writ.

Here goes the secret… See the cycles ancestors were set in…? Repeat them.

The ones they told you were an enemy? Go beat them.

Don’t question why you should defeat them.

No. You cannot ease in.

Cannot gain understanding before you start planning. We quickly start ramming concepts of conquest and paint it as daring.

Made life a contest and these lessons are scaring the ones who are repairing the scars on the skin of our big human family.

We’re trying to put out the flames while they’re fanning. The heats through the roof and no one is tanning.

Try to focus the picture and the camera starts panning.

Distraction’s their action. Make sure no one knows where the facts went.

I was lost, every decision was drastic.

I wanted a looking glass and all they gave me was plastic.

How can I see answers when the news is a cancer?

Bombard me with fear, negativity standard.

They don’t teach us with candor.

How else could they make us hate earthlings that we should be fans of?

But I won’t throw my hands up. I promise to stand up.

If it’s only me who fights for the right, then I guess that’ll be damn tough.

But, whatever it takes to throw a wrench in the plans bruh.