Dark, dismal and black
Over ran with the wack
No creativity or innovation
Radio worshipped like nativity
Void of creation
No pens, not enough patience
Nothing thought out, punch lines bitten
In school yards, lunch line freestyles actually written
Battles drowned in vulgarity and yo mama jokes
Before time, no messages with clarity to entertain folks
Past descendants a parody of ill
The future destiny soaks
Fanatics stalk idles with invisible cloaks
Miserable scriptures
Freedom attained from liberal mixtures
Framed these paintings, hip hop's realism
Abstract thoughts paint the picture
Lands filled with thieves, bandits and ignorant emcees
Those who gave up on faith demanded god for a sign
Low patience and high hopes leads to an unbearable climb
Ive saw men living my dreams
Accomplishing goals and acting out visions Ive seen
Ive saw men living my dreams
Ive saw my guardian angel scream
Ive saw suicide victims sing
Ive saw peasants become queens
And idiots become kings
Ive saw puppets walk with man
And humans with strings
Ive saw oceans of bodies
Blue grass and skies green
Ive seen tears
And blood filled streams
Ive saw hate
Youll see a father walk on water before he talks to his daughter
Speak without speaking
And witness a genocide without slaughter
A holocaust of emotions
Hollow but lost
Five gears, no breaks happily coasting
Perfection is no limitations, eating and never feeling full
Flying high on other dimensions with Jonathan Livingston seagull
Just believe
Why should I? If its something I cant see
I took a chance to be free
Leaped off the cliff and hit an invisible platform
Grinned at spaceships who left pastures of flat corn
Went back in time, pushed Lincoln out the way merely leaving his hat torn
I thought time was linear but hawking said it was an arrow
Bulls-eye hit for the future leaving behind retro kid games
Whys there monkeys in barrels?
But what happens when the bows device strikes the sparrow
Humans were too busy killing over colors and mocking the bird
You could sprint in my shoes but walking a day is absurd
Throw your skillets in the air
Let the non believers see a flying saucer
Cant bury these tales
Burn the plagued bodies dying with Chaucer
Ghosts, walk towards the light
Crying in front of a lamp post
Making music is just a bunch of stress
People want to use you to help themselves
Televisions Uncle Sams brainwash kit
I hate everyone (I hate everyone)
I used to like to do shows
But now I dont seem to fit
I laugh when people tell me Im good Im used to patronizes and their bullshit
I cant sleep the laughter keeps me awake
I drift off but started by a child's subtle shake
No one there but myself in this foreign land to witness
And there's no pill for my home sickness
You need eyes to sleep but you dont need legs to leap
Before you jump off that mountain
Count your blessings a flick a coin into that fountain
Ive saw men living my dreams
Accomplishing goals and acting out visions Ive seen
Ive saw men living my dreams
Ive saw my guardian angel scream
Ive saw suicide victims sing
Ive peasants become queens
And idiots become kings
Ive saw puppets walk with man
And humans with strings
Ive saw oceans of bodies
Blue grass and skies green
Ive saw tears
And blood filled streams
Ive saw hate
In the land before time
Theres no seconds, minutes or hours
Just the present clerics cower
Hypnotic therapy clinics booked
To cleanse the minds of the foresights of the apocalyptic meteor showers
Prophets forecast a poetical being with a vampire's reflection
Time, conceived not from Immaculate Conception
But from the absence of a condom's protection
Men tell women to wash their clothes and make them food
Then when the time comes
You wonder why they have a headache and not in the mood
I fly biplanes and land with no insects crushed on my windshield
And by the way, the customer's not always right
In fact they lie to steal
Far from divine and far from sacred
Time searches for pens strips them of their ink and leaves them naked
I piss yellow and bleed red
Never seen anywhere cause Im always walking in the mist
Citizens notice four horses but didnt sense apocalypse
Too many emcees got the dough but not the chocolate chips
I fathered all my words, while false poets used adoption
Populace poisoned from the tap waters toxins
I grabbed a microphone and received more strength then a dozen oxen
Destroyed demo ep's so terrible that on ebay
Even your cousin couldnt auction
The shepherd hit me
I laughed and turned the other cheek
Later that evening I returned and burned his flock of sheep
Now he's staring in the mirror infested with insomnia
Nothing to count in order to sleep
Perhaps, again if my lungs collapse
I pray that hopefully
When I cant breathe you all choke for me x2
