as i sit and watch the world move so slow no one can tell its movin i get lost in a false legend called life living in false accusations and false dreams and false promisis is a false way to say were getting sliced over with a false knife i am as bold as the roots from a oak tree but noe one noes that i  am as weak as the broken limbs off that same oak tree pretending to be bold well thats me see the thing is as a tree grows no one noes how strong the tree can get or how tall or even how beautiful all we noe is that it has to grow but while its growing its going through weather that may seem angelic but to the trees its oh so cruel theres the symbol of me see as i grow in this world im living with a heart of purity and weakness when now days u have to have a heart of insecurity and wreakness i am these trees living in this false life ive been through the same weather the trees been through when it rains my limbs bend too when it snow ur roots is my heart it stops living too and when it storms my whole body system shuts  down and i can hardly keep my ground too thats why i say false life cause if u have a soul system of  a beautiful melody around life refuses to agree and puts u through false trials to have you struggle to keep ur roots stabled on ur own ground