Untitled(Throwback Edition)

why quote you when i could quote myself...your life is fiction, needs fixing so here some help...hear some diction, a clear depiction of one self...could enhance our perception...glances from our stances could lead to misconception...except when, the real deal appeals to us...blinded by ignorance so whats real to us...food for thought no longer is a meal to us...i'm stuck...corrupt...in this world of illusions...believing i could survive off ice cubes in the sahara...believing i could no longer enrich or expand my mind...divine intervention is needed...because i'm wheeling and dealing lookin through my rear...what appears through my window...a breezy day signifying i go where the wind blows...