Roosting

there are so many who are resting in peace
though I do enjoy living, I can't help but wonder
what that kind of peace is like
I was born to tell a story that, I first had to live
and be alive to tell, they say the struggles real
no, the struggle is chronic, the truth is real
so real that it's a weapon in the palms
of those who possess it, there are many who 
have tried to bury it but, they won't confess it
we are not losing our lives, for a told lie
we losing our lives for the truth, that has been told
the truth is an ever present light, that cannot
be hidden even if you tried, it's hard to 
see through smoke, you can pull the rug
from under me and I'll still stand
because I know how to ride the waves
without falling off, into a deep sleep
forgetting how to wake up, from O...Z
where there's a grand canyon at the bottom
of the ocean, there's also chicken in the sea
 that bothers me, because, I'm allergic to shellfish