Life In The D
My life in the D is a tragicomedy
A poetic verse
It’s voodoo some say black magic ettouffe
A dead man’s curse
It’s just like the Egyptian tombs
Tunnels leading to empty rooms
Skeptics think it’s a doctored photo
Of a U.F.O
You’re wasting your breath on life after death
Coz I’m almost sure
If hell does exist than the Devil’s a scientist
Finding a cure
It’s life microscopic size
Unseen by the naked eye
The answer’s encoded with ink
That’s invisible
..
When God made the earth and saw his net worth
He posed for a shot
And life in the D is what was handed to me
And that’s what I’ve got
It’s all just a hologram
Locked in a vault it’s a cryptogram
A lie on the Polygraph test
It’s detectable..