Climactic Scenes

Where is my life? I wanna have a life! We buzzed out. We been sacrificed Making a way… when we paid the price I won’t say We in it alright. Mercy, Father, Son and Ghost… The burning ones are seeing the most The clarity, the decomposed. On the final day, let’s make a toast. Fresh made butter, I have to wonder Will I connect to a frequency Don’t panic me, I do that well I must combat the strongest spells I ain’t so pure, yet then again Heaven is before us but we pretend We don’t have to build a new tomorrow Work smarter, be doers of more to achieve They said, in the book, a new earth would arrive When my faded mind no more has eyes Are we to fail… is it beef or kale Are we in the hood, is it understood? Where is my life? I want to have a life!