Self Jurisdiction

Vicious wolves, holds no gold

the road to hollywood is a script written parallel

a general who have been well faded 

and his federates hated him for his minimal styles

faded lies that sharpened their spears 

stabbed him deeply worst for his minimal crimes

they judge the book by its cover

the common, commoners bleached his colors,

though he was once a cavalier, now he rode slow, 

holding those camel ears

nothing has change through out this year

we are all fading, we get aged and we die trying

enriching those who are less rich though

rich in their richest of minds

who dug down deep , 

little steps from their feet

riding those fleets

yet don't get deceive on what you see from what you seek

for what you seek sent to a path of succession

and what you see now sent one self to objection

reality bites , a killer on disguise

it feeds you with lies that becomes the truth

and the truth becomes what you believe in,

and what you believe becomes a product of ignorance

Now, you can judge the anyone, the general, 

command them, stripped them mentally naked

but deep down your thought, they are all the 

worst nightmare that never faded.