The Balance of Power

Growing up broke, being conscience of your sins
then coming up rich, you never mention them again
blaze the blend

Content afflatus, freshman to the poetry, status
2 seasons filled, with stones, and gadgets

We aint saving the world, we just imagine
grades being given, on test and packets
throw flowers on caskets

Keep smashing when, they rig the brackets
just tripping off the worlds reaction
no satisfaction

Politicians ruin your life, blood sucking maggots
rolling the dice, then lose, and take, the whole cabinet

Boxing gloves are ever lasting
dipped in gold ink, to penertrate your glasses
and bold drinks

I sit and analyze the planets for hours
its amazing to me
the different strands of sour
it's alive
the balance of power

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)