"Young Atlas"

Young Atlas
a young man growing old trying to save the world's soul one baby at a time, one lady through his rhymes and all the lines that bow down in-between
Everything is obscene on the video screen as teams of writers come up with a scheme for something new to shame our creator
Not trying to be a hater
neither a martyr
While we worship Alize' and Cool Water colonges, I pray that these words are on point
Because this joint is about my life
My plights
My reason to fight
And if not for Curlie Mae, with the creator channeling through her, there would be no reason for me to write or sing
Young Atlas shall always do his thing bearing a cross the he doesn't need to bare
people mock him and stare, but if he could muster up enough reason to care, then he would share his feelings with his love
He then could take the chains wrapped around his heart and start living even though he's told he's set apart, but he's not driven to be a leader even though he wants to be...
To touch hands with the heathens and saints
Comfort those that wallow in the taint of inquity
To release these people who have fallen by the wayside and lost their stride, unable to get up again
He wants to be a holy soldier and all he wants is to be a friend
If we're troubled then our souls we could mend and keep ourselves uplifted until we are better
Then forever we'd pass it on to the next brother and to the next brother and to the next mother to birth creation
but mind and body must be patient
Soul must be willing because we'd be dealing with endless machinations of Lucifer through our skin,
We should strive for better things, but we should start from within
Young Atlas
Young Atlas
laid upon like a mattress in cheap motels oh the many stories he could tell of crap that wasn't meant for him to feel
So he steals time with his words to set his soul free and the anger in his flesh to be released so that his mind could be at peace and finally put this world down from his tired shoulders and start to live

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