Cooked like a bakery
Even a blind person could see right through the fakery
Can’t escape, can’t escape, can’t escape the PAST
In a cold turn in the sequence of events, one minute he thought he was on top
Then the next thing he knew, he watched himself drop drop, drop, DROOOP
He fell flat on his back with no cushion
Never thought he’d find it in himself to keep it pushin
Can’t escape, can’t escape, CAN’T ESCAPE YOUR FATE
Broken,
Lookin up at the sky with tears drippin from his eyes asking God: “Why? Why? Why?”
“WHY ME? WHAT’D I DO TO DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED LIKE THIS?”
He never meant no harm, all he ever wanted was a piece of the pie,
Instead, what he got wasn’t what he had ever bargained for
What he got was a train running right over him on the tracks
He wish he could do it all over again & give the live he choose back
Can’t escape, can’t escape, can’t escape The CONSEQUENCES OF BAD ACTIONS!!!
Being on top is one thing, but staying there is another
The punishment he’s living in, he wouldn’t wish up on his worst enemy or any other
It’s been a struggle just to be sane & find a purpose to keep wanting to wake up
The horrors he faces everyday, not even the most imaginative of minds could make up
Not only HIS life, but the lives of his family members got a complete shake up
Can’t escape, can’t escape, can’t escape The suffering & pain
Broken,
Wrecked like a train
This is something he never saw coming, never did he expect, & can’t justify or explain
They say: “What’s done is done, the past is history.”
They also say: “The ways in which God works is a mystery.”
Yeah, that’s true, but it’s NOT SO EASY TO ACCEPT for one whose life is nothing but misery
They also say: “Let bygones be bygones.”
Yet you can’t escape the bygones when your past leaves you haunted
At one time he thought he’d have all the material things he’d ever wanted
He thought he was “That Guy” & he wasn’t afraid to flaunt it…
He was a stranger in his own world not knowing his own place
Until reality rose up & smacked him DEAD across his face!!!
Can’t escape, can’t escape, can’t escape REALITY
With out risk, there’s no reward
This is the ultimate loss he just can’t afford
Yet fortunately instead of crumbling…He rose above the circumstances of the situation, he spread his wings & soared
He now knows what it is to be humbled & floored
Reflecting on that time when the tears had poured & poured & poured
& poured
Come to find out the one’s he hurt most, was ones he loved & adored
Completely absorbed
In his own world of: MADE UP reality
He’s just now coming into his own
From the time he was little till the time he was grown
The seeds for destruction
had been sown
Now today, the most contact he has with his family is through a GTL phone
Not fitting in, in the environment he’s confined to, day by day he walks the path alone
Everywhere he looks, most people put on a facade that seems hard as stone
Afraid to put any of their emotions or feelings on a sleeve
But deep down inside all they can do is feel miserable & grieve
Because the feelings of bitterness, hate & depression just
won’t seem to leave
The people he comes across in his walk who aggravate & intentionally push buttons is his big pet peeve
It’s already bad enough
For him to have to deal with all this other CRAZY stuff
On top of having to don this perpetual facade of being tough
Fully aware that the road ahead is really jagged & rough
But old habits DIE HARD, so sometimes when forced to think off the cuff
Bad decisions rule the day…
Can’t escape, can’t escape…
CAN’T ESCAPE!!!
Thanks for your time!!!
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Jonathan Gordon
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