I know you've seen
the breaking of a man
You take it all you can
As if the house we made
was laid across the sand
Oh Lord, the penalty for suf fering
can seem so high
Dreaming the days
when everything's so dark
Tried to walk good,
but that road that's starting to show
I, John, thought exercises,
sought out to advise and add on
I changed the thinking
you so proudly had
on this mobilizing effort
It picks up from where the best
of the best came and left it
The treasure of truth,
I mix drinks within the booth
It can't be measured with youth
I break leaven with the seven
that would ever produce my past
estranged the light if change is right
you can say the judge killed me
then i came to life a new
born like a neophyte
fruitful love from the tree of life
this is the letter
i don't need the right
pc law bless the stars
if i don't breathe the night
i don't save you from yourself
maybe jesus might
but i envision this better steady higher
living from this system
though you dudes might be
dead already.
I graduated from a school
where the minds vary,
to hold the burden on to those
that only time carries.
This Cherry Blossom martial artist
studied the Chi,
written on Gossamer,
tutored by philosophers demonstrably.
I deconstruct the subpar
and put them back together
like the monsters be.
How you want it?
Obvious or subconsciously?
If every man has his
The price who sponsors me,
you should do more than
just drink responsibly
You see, even in the Mauer's law,
John was free
I know you've seen the
breaking of a man
You take it all you can,
as if the house we made
was laid across the sand
Oh Lord, the penalty for suffering
can seem so high
Dreamin' the days
when everything was so dark
Tryin' to walk good with his dad,
bro
Startin' a show
If fate would have it,
they would have me talkin' savage
Like the average among us
and not confined to the youngest
I'm like the magical healer
slash masterful builder
I know the middle of steel is in the
hands of the wielder
They tried to shatter my leader,
do bad to the breather
For living page 27 from the bag of Vegeta
So when his time stopped, where he lay
Read I'd rather be hated for what I am
than loved for what I'm not
You can't sub tract logic,
I put tulips on his grave
And waxed philosophic
to the words he gave
Read my lips, it's a new day runnin'
And it ain't comin' cause
it's here for the takin'
It's been years in the makin'
I spent years in the station
Waitin' to make this entrance
I'm here to free the world,
young star
What's your intention?
This is warfare, youngin'
Lightning is flashing now
Tune in and let's see what's
happening now
One way or another it's going down
I know you've seen the
breaking of a man
You take it all again
As if the house we made
was laid in frost the same
Oh Lord, the penalty for suffering
can seem so hard
Dreaming the days
when everything was so dark
Tryna walk good with this bad bro
Start the show
John Forte 
