Looks can deceive them
Didn’t mean to be deceiving
Just meant to give something
To believe in
A King in rags
Means they understand
The value of gold
On this side of the world
Before our ancestors
Were bought and sold
Tell them
Looks can confuse them
Didn’t mean to be confusing
Just meant to find
Music that could
Show them your frame of mind
Could leave
Your fingerprints on trash
Let them frame your mind
Brand you a fool
Play it cool and
Tell them
Nothing is what it seems
Tell them
Yes
The grass on your side of the fence
Is really green
But you haven’t been home in so long
How could they envy
What neither of you are seeing
Tell them
You’ve been on a path to war
Tell them
How far
You’ve come
How many minds you’ve reached
How many souls you taught
Continue to teach
You keep your distance
But they’re still drawn to you
Some call you a Black Star
Some say you preach
Tell them
How you battle Ego
What you know
About pride
About a light
That made them lose their sight
Because it shines brighter
The darker the night
So
They closed their eyes
Ego tried to tell
You
Were not to blame
For being better than most
Until you woke up one day
It was all gone
And pride was a whispering ghost
Tell them
What you learned
As you earned your way back home
Walking through gutters
Wearing rags
Getting stoned
All you heard were
Cries of pain
No matter the author
The Story
The genre
They all sounded the same
Tell them
What it was like
To be alone in a world
That begs for change
But fears different
Where
No one finds evil strange
You try to
Tell them
Nothing is what it seems
Tell them
Looks can deceive
Looks can confuse
Tell them
Look twice at what they’ve seen