Marcus E Coates - Climbing The Mountain

Welcome to the trail, don't know of the devil
Unless you're carrying the pail walking straight on the level
Was sure i'd retell a rerun of the story
Of salvation irritating the Moron and his glory
Now I'm writing rhymes riddling painting scenes of defacement And as soon as you protest the war sends your replacement
Now adjacent stands another on trial for debasement
The less I dwell upon it more I seem to retrace it
A price to high no one dares to name it
I speak of freedom not the famous fooled a tool for someone Heinous shame it's hard for us to take it
Human race a conscious chase adaptable retractable
So redundant it's outrageous
Debris of change we take on a new shape
From amoeba to the ape then the coat pocket change
One minute I'm on stage at a play I'm observer
In a dream hope scenes are going to elevate me further
Saw an old man sitting reading paper in the distance
Light shining behind him bright beacon of persistence
Looked down for a second then up from the prison
Heard the wind pick up full force of resistance
When I tried to take a step inept appeared to be a garden
Feeling overwhelmed a utopian pardon
Open fields trees of green misty rain unparalleled beauty
A holy wholesome terrain
I refrain from a want not a thought of a sin nor a loss nor a cost
Nor a family hymn
A powerful vision with unending provision
Like a missionary man i'm downcast with division
Not sufficient part the picture in the greatest of riches
And needy seven year itches we've got switches
Choose to flick them like the habits when we kick them
Go from perpetrator catch you later alligator
Back to victim hit the home plate
Now orate cultivate this dinner's never ever too late
For the hungry primate
In the distance i could see a tree of life i asked the lady
Told me end was coming soon high noon was looking shady

I awoke with a start my heart full of what if maybe's
Checked the king james version of the book
Who would betray me
For the shoe that fits sheds a clue to truths arrangement
But the fire in the gut spurs a further urge to claim it
So the years travelled on searching east back to west
From dictator liberator to the people knowing best
When you find direction in the worldly cross section
Set foot at the base try to climb it with affection
Runner in the rat race saving grace born to silver spoon taste
Like a face full of mace
The mind rejects the conscious fate
The spray is the prey too much on the plate
Try to live each day another moment to catch
Lock latch there's a chicken egg ego to hatch
Too many times peace knocked at your door
Your love affair with your ego kept you spiritually poor
So I conclude not delude
Not for a prude don't mean to be rude
When nothing is made or destroyed
Multiversal theory probing mankind so eternally annoyed
While blinded by the visions that you thought were new
Forgot to smile for a while while you wait in the Queue
Try to understand the suffering there's an answer to give
When the highest academic knows his brain is a sieve
A starving belly to feed a dry throat to quench
Then a mother to breed the machine needs a wrench
The point is that you're climbing your mountain you make
And the higher you get the deeper breath you take
With the air much thinner and the pressure to break
Could you rise above the fish and forsake the great lake
As a slave be brave as you're where you're meant to be
True enlightenment you'll find
When you're ready to let go of that key

The point is that you're climbing your mountain you make
And the higher you get the deeper breath you take
With the air much thinner and the pressure to break
Could you rise above the fish and forsake the great lake
As a slave be brave as you're where you're meant to be
True enlightenment you'll find
When you're ready to let go of that key

Written by:
Marcus Coates

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