Why is the grass always greener on the otherside

Why does the grass always look greener  on the other side

Why is it when trouble starts we always look up to the sky

What does it mean you can't get there from here

what is all this damn fear

Where is this light that shines from above 

What the hell is this thing called love

Why when I look at a woman all I see is her ass

Hey why you throwing stones at my glass 

All these questions and so much more

With passion and hatred  I abhor 

Why do we always look outside

It's as if from themselves there is something to hide

We are told none of this truly exists

Tell that to the guy punching my face with his fist

My body damn sure felt the pain

And no, there was nothing in that which I gained

Other than a knocked out tooth and a body nose

Some ripped up and bloody clothes

But on top of everything I have learned

Nothing compares to, for what my heart yearns

It years to be like this force called nature

Otherwise known as the creator

To raise divinity from the dust

This is all our jobs and yes its a must

To change my perception of this world we live in

Which can only be done when we reveal, there is none else besides him