The vernal equinox, burnin through your speakerbox
Emergin in a version free of preconceived and weaker thoughts
Preacher taught philosophies all fightin over dominance
God's will, free will, fate, karma, and consequence
Walkin this path and just lookin for the positives
Awakinin, the negatives always seem more obvious
Broken dreams, broken homes , broken promises
Wanderin, wonderin, why is it so ominous?
Wonder where the heroes are, wonder where the honor is
Wonder why our morals seem to seep from the subconsciousness
The verbal novelist, the verge of the apocalypse
The only thing I'm worried bout is goin out anonymous
Insteada given up the smoke, they steady given up the hope
Already stranded there, standin there, back against the ropes
And our candidates is jokes, inanimate at most
It's not hard to understand why people don't wanna vote
Arrested for crimes from desperate times
Restless individuals, desolate minds
Livin in oblivion, walkin toward the coffin
We privatize our prisons and turn it into profit
Cram em in the pen under animal conditions
Strip em of their dignity, condemn em and forget em
When they're sentencin the businessmen, they're sendin em to minimum
But victims of the system get the maximum for drug offendin
Young men locked up, young women knocked up
We talk about the causes of the problems but it's not enough
Thought it was likely, Spike Lee, Get On The Bus
Awwwwwww…. Fuck it, that's what we wanna say
Wanna fade away, but today is not the day
Gotta pay the price if you wanna play the game
Gotta make a choice and live with the pain
Take it all in vain, take it in stride
Life is too short for grudges but we're stubborn with pride
facin of high noon with our gun on our side
Or afraid of confrontation so we run and we hide
And some of us try to stop the severing ties
But can never step aside from our separate lives
It's a shame we lose touch with so many good folks
Haven't spoken in forever and we used to be close
When we miss em the most, is when they switch into ghosts
Wishin we picked up the phone or at least had written note
So we reminisce on memories and visions alone
Never had to hustle, never lost that many close to me
But I've seen enough to know that's not how it's supposed to be
All means necessary, just to get the groceries
Askin for forgiveness, while clutchin on the rosary
Water into wine, struggle into poetry
Mind's eye focusing to find my opening
Hopefully they'll say that kid he spoke to me emotionally
Expandin internationally, but looked over locally
Sounds more pronounced, seein colors more vibrant
From here on out now, as long as I'm alive it's
No more regrets and no more surprises
Things get dark
but the sun still rises
by Eastern Sunz
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