man on face value,
name, or reputation.
These are years in my face,
that came with education.
The last of the thinkers,
have all but died out.
Or else studied the beast,
from close, from inside out.
From the streets we came, confused,
abused creatures.
Suspended in the ethos,
students without a teacher.
Gangs without a leader,
Alludes to how we free the,
mind without the body should
mobility stop me?
Just kills me how the game
simply came and went.
Yes I'm guilty for still looking
for my name in print.
I spend the wild out
and the what not.
But the jokes on me.
I even smiled in my mugshot, to
capture the moment.
How much confusion has the press
corpse produced this year?
The blinde Know not the difference
between truth and fear.
As all things, one day,
I'll be gone from here.
But not before I tell the world,
that John was here. x2
amongst so many.
I stand alone in search,
for the link between my actions and the way one thinks.
of essence of a connection,
in a world divided.
I'm antithetical,
the rhetoric federal propaganda that send babies to war.
and tells them to fight
For the hell of it.
They keep insulting my intelligence,
like everyone out of politics,
is some nitwit.
We'll clash as long as fazes of
the moon are cycling
I've seen you entertain your hedonism
breeding your elitism
You told me what i needed on
a long list with freedom miss
We'll clash as long as fazes of the moon
are cycling
I've seen you entertain
you Hedonism
Breeding your elitism
You told me what I needed
On a short list with freedom missing
I've been advised to play by the rules
thats if i ever want to see the light of day in
the future
They'd rather see my soft
shoe shuffling and preforming
You tell my brother I love him I'll be
home by morning
You tell my mothers I'm fine and
every day's dearer
I'm stronger more determined
and I've never thought clearer
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
Easily explains how i surpassed
the time
How much con fusion have the press
corps. Produced this year
The blind know not the difference
between truth and fear.
As with all things,
one day I'll by gone from here
but not be for a tell the world
that John was here
not before I tell the world
before i tell the world
not before I tell the world
I lost it all God
to just earn it again
saw the doors
and had to learn to come in
despite these dude intents
to ride on my strength
and hide what I lent
I can't forget the fact the devils
just divided my men
But rather unlikely to the psych
the worst devil is the one
that looks just like me
carry on.
How much con fusion has the press
corps. produced this year
The blind know not the difference
between truth and fear
As with all things one day
I'll be gone from here
But not before I tell the world
that John was here
that john was here,
not before i tell the world that john was here
John Forte 
