Futility

alotta folk wanna put a squash on free speech holding down the toxins like "catch my disease"
so when I'm in the city boi, I stumble and seek But when I'm at the farmhouse.. I sew what I reap
The essence is a steep hill, but underneath the steeple
Got em memorised, like were all created equal we got some work to do, but they've deemed it illegal
A second pair of eyes is what's needed to see through

I seek you, I need you, I pray that I reach you But prays of devotion are like haystacks and needles
I'm looking for the dwellers in the denizens of deep
Who birthing out the belly with a malice for the beast

Is the the far east? southwest? what's the climate..
riding on these waves like I'm trained by Posidean
I'd kick the little details but I'll keep them to myself
Just know that on this road of life your futility Is Felt.
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