Everyone plays the role of a virtuous being. Yet, true virtue, that which is still performing even after the curtains fall and the audience’s eyes are no longer upon it, is becoming more and more scarce. That is why I’ve added it to the Endangered Species List.
The hour is upon the same ol’ song,
My lips kiss the rim of the same ol’ bong.
The mission incomplete, so no intermission.
Permission isn’t neccessary for the rise of suspicion.
Follow this clueless dude,
Out the flames of the hood,
If you know what’s good.
Extinguish hate with a kind, friendly smile.
Ignite passion with the fuel of your own style.
It’s not this place that fell from grace.
It’s not your place to judge a face,
Without prior knowledge of interior content.
I feel for those with an inferior complex.
The context, is just as important,
So do not, that which leads to regret.
Hesitance leads to an unwanted consequence,
Haste leads to a clouded judgemet.
The outcome and the action both deserve,
VIP badges to be put on reserve.
This learning curve is icy and slick…
The “straight arrow” only exists in flicks.
Virtue on the brink of extinction.
Slaughtered for its rareity, is what I’m thinkin
Hope no one finds the one that lies within you…
For the survival of the species depends on you being true.
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