The Price of a Man

What is the price of a man

To lose their soul in the darkness of envy

'Til hallowed and empty?

I'm wanting to know if there's empathy

Realness of sympathy

I'm asking if any.

Where is the heart of a man?

Where is the love again?

I wonder if any.

Realness of sympathy,

More of the empathy

To fill up the hollows

Of those walking emptily.

Where are our souls?

Where are our souls?

Realness of sympathy,

More of the empathy

To fill up the hollows

Of those walking emptily.

What is the price of man?

How much cash can you place in his hand?

How many bands

Can change a man's stance

And walk to the devil and care for a dance?

How much in advance

To fall where you stand?

Some will say millions, and some will say grands.

Many are looking to make an advance.

What would you do if you had the chance?

I thought of it plenty, I thought of it a lot,

Looking at others, and they have got... what?

Lost in envy from others I've watched,

Forgetting reality never will stop,

Lost in the capitalistic plot,

Becoming this person I know that I'm not.

I know I got got,

Getting lost in my thoughts,

And there have been spots

I just had to walk,

Walk away

From the thoughts in a way,

From the green demon looking for its prey.

Envy is a precursor to hate.

It can excel, no Microsoft page.

Getting caught up and locked in a cage,

Mentally battling, lost in a rage.

Comparisons constantly being in place,

Wondering if I'm just laying to waste,

Bitter with takes and bitter of taste,

Not seeing the face

Of the value and how it can fade.

Many examples I think of, like Kate Spade.

The fortune and fame

Can be a short reign

When you never see darkness and only the rays,

The walks in the storms and constants of rain,

Closed thoughts in the brain,

The joys and the pains

Of what brings happiness, and it's never the same.

What is the price of a man

To lose their soul in the darkness of envy

'Til hallowed and empty?

I'm wanting to know if there's empathy,

Realness of sympathy.

I'm asking if any.

Where is the heart of a man?

Where is the love again?

I wonder if any.

Realness of sympathy,

More of the empathy

To fill up the hollows

Of those walking emptily.

Where are our souls?

Where are our souls?

Realness of sympathy,

More of the empathy

To fill up the hollows

Of those walking emptily.

In the orbit of media, we're seeing stars

With people with a presence of Venus and Mars.

We see what's theirs and want to make it ours.

We wish to be that large.

We want to be on par,

Like young Tiger Woods, we want to raise the bar

And range it far

And drive it to success on a boulevard

'Til we crash and char

From overthinking hard.

Then we ask who we are,

What we are.

That some lose themselves 'til they're sunk and done,

A loose piece of their heart that's a hole in one,

Constantly self-inflicted by this social gun.

Yet we get stuck to it like social gum,

Social glue, scrolling at tips of the thumb,

'Til it turns in reverse of the word "redrum."

Many have died to the point that we're all numb,

And we keep fiending for it like supplies of "bump."

And we all fiend for the hit,

Liking all of the pics,

Looking for what we missed,

Like it's a means to exist.

Some is love, some will diss.

It's a cesspool, a mix.

It's proceeding with caution at your own mental risk.

No value of life on the shelf.

Bodies on lives for clout was a smell

Up in the air, and the views excel,

Get inhaled

Like a food binge scale,

Mukbang detail.

It's an endless well.

Are we under a spell,

And our minds been jailed,

And we can't make bail?

Getting so lost in the envy,

And we can't see

The looping of endless repeats,

Like a circle of life, no James Earl.

An invasion of darkness, a Sith world.

It's like two worlds,

Only one's pearled.

Yet the one that's the gem is the one hurled.

What is the price of a man

To lose their soul in the darkness of envy

'Til hallowed and empty?

I'm wanting to know if there's empathy,

Realness of sympathy.

I'm asking if any.

Where is the heart of a man?

Where is the love again?

I wonder if any.

Realness of sympathy,

More of the empathy

To fill up the hollows

Of those walking emptily.

Where are our souls?

Where are our souls?

Realness of sympathy,

More of the empathy

To fill up the hollows

Of those walking emptily.