How can i teach a crowd who listens but doesn't hear my words.
My words ride first class on these third party birds.
What I know can make a difference.
Do you want it to rain or do you prefer the winters snow.
Is knowledge a gift or do you not care to know.
Hand me your ticket, and enjoy the ride.
Written by the truth of all his divinity.
I fight for your freedom and our countries liberty.
Feel the meaning of these words I use to express.
There are no longer any reasons to worry or stress.
Just hold on tight and do your very best.
The world will carry you along if you never doubt that she is wrong.
Ride the ride we are on.
Don't fight this holy fate.
Trust in the world and it won't be late.
The only obstacle is the act that you hesitate.
The answers are within the flame that burns behind your eyes.
The rest of the the world is full of deceitful lies.
Lose your federal funded ego. Disregard all laws, legal and illegal.  
Everything you need rests inside of you.
The worlds fate depends on what you choose to do.

Lost in despair.
Neither do i care.
The last days are here.
I have nothing more to fear.

I am the definition of a sinner.
This is the life Where no one is crowned a winner.
I'm buried alive, too tired from the struggle that I survive.
I get pulled over no matter how fast or slow I drive.  
They get paid to take me out of this world either I'm convicted, dead or exiled for life.
But I stay true to wherever I ride.
Because I got certain standards I  have to abide.
I'm not slippery but I slip out the back just so I can run to go hide.
I'm not a sellout, so I won't surrender my pride.
I'm just a product of uncle sams factory distribution line.
I live in this box that reads "pure evil, nothing good of his kind".
They put me on your local news and they keep pressing rewind.
So society has a basis to punish me so their ego is fine.
Every night that you eat with your family, in prison is where I dine.
I suffer from nightmares of living the american dream.
Then I wake up and look down at my hand holding this knife.
I only wanted to live happy and construct a real meaningful life.  
My heart bleeds for my beautiful children.
I'm badly wounded inside by searching for this nonexistent philosophical wife.
Some might say it was caused by pure negligency, but I fought for this freedom, revealing my true legacy.

The windows are dark
Paint is chipping and faded
Life has left its mark
On this old abandoned house

There are whispers in the air
Ghosts of the past
From the people who lived here
In this old abandoned house

The roof is caving in
Allowing rain to sodden the interior
Creaky floors squealing in distress
In this old abandoned house

Shadows wander room to room
Some crying, others silent
Life for them wasn't fair
In this old abandoned house

Ignored within the neighborhood
Weeds overgrowing
Hiding the path
To this old abandoned house

Always in the dark
Shaded by trees of willow
Drooping down to hide
This old abandoned house

I broke bread with you
But you ran off with the butter

Was I
Mister melt my face
Crayola man
Dripping wax
Wherever I can
Head caved in
Rivers of colors
That skimmed
The inside hem
Of my skull
Mind hijacked
By the abstract
Not facts but that
Which painted the world
All shades from black
To light and prism split
Rainbow dreams
That turned to ****
Tears that cooled
This freaking mess
While I dyed my flesh
Pink, red, and bluish bruised
In such deep distress