In the context of knowing
The whims in the vortex of growing pains,
The gains seem larger
The more knowledge you obtain
But that changes the stage,
Not the crude realms of the actor's brain
Things ain't changed,
The play's the same,
And you just have to play your part.
To live life's the aim,
In a decent way,
But decent ain't always
where you start.
It isn't age, it's neglection
When intersectionality turns to rage,
The infection that seems to
Consolidate every age
Like re-reading the same page
About a different complextion
And how position rules the day -
and how separation ain't the way -
But bonding takes lot of affection
Things ain't changed,
Cept which master reigns,
And a master has you play your part.
It's all the same
When you strip away
The progress that dictates
where you start.
Through the subsequent notions
Of what it really means to turn a page
Without gauging the sincerity of your disdain
For the indifferent way status is obtained,
but to be alive is to play the game
The players change
But the rules remain,
So maybe you should play your part.
And if my Will's my bane,
From which I can ascertain,
Then maybe I should make a start.
Things ain't changed,
Cept which master reigns,
And a master will have you play your part.
To live life's the aim,
In a decent way,
But decent ain't always
Where you start.
