The Pursuit Begins When My Portrayal Of Life Ends Poem by Poetic Crisis

I have been traveling on this road to long
and im just trying to find my way back home.
these pills are always getting better
but they never get any stronger
its a whole new experience
ill tell my story when im ready

The Pursuit begins when my portrayal of life ends

I look behind me, I see no shadow
the sun is shinning, but the world is dying
the forest is on fire, GOD why do you have to be such a liar? ?
you are the lion and i am the lamb, but why do you let us set the world on fire?
why are we force-fed all of these lies?
why do the rich wage the war, but its the poor who die?

So my Pursuit Begins When this Portrayal of Life ends.....