Philosophers have out grown philosophy
So they set down their motions of peace
And pick up the mixtapes and cds
Of the artist that speak the truth
Tho, truthfully I believe,
Real artist can never become mainstream
Ideals of the underground
Shake the balance of the things
We watch on tv, Subliminal messages
and suggestive themes
I confess that I once was meshed
With the things they wanted me to be
Silent to world I had a voice but could not speak
Nothing special just a ***** from the streets
Had a lot of brains but lacked hope
So I became I refuge of anger and violence
A menace to society,
My hands seemed to find everything I need
My hope was stolen, So I stole whatever could fit in my jeans.
Misguided by the bad influence
As I grew I broke hold of the influence
Tho, still lived my life under the influence Sleepless nights, emotionless days
So I concocted a formula To make the pain go away
Let go of my anger Locked up my rage
Educated myself On matters of the new age
I found that’s nothing’s new
Besides the technology We’ve grown accustom to
People sale their souls
To get their face on the news
The media grabs their tongues Insolent fools,
Voices are silenced Or set to hide
When what they say Is what’s on their mind
The truth, Whispered to blind eyes
Now mentally I’m the Voltaire of this century
Learn your history I shall enlighten the

I will wake up Saturday morning
& take a deep breath,
for the world will
be here.

& if it isn't, you can tell me *I told you so.

derelict I stand in shadow
far, so far away from home
how did I become so empty
hollow shell of rusted chrome

Your strong arms, held against my waist
Your warm lips, pressed against my face

The wind blows, and my hair is hiding us
From the world, and all its fuss...

Show me thumbs, say it's alright
Tell me "take it easy, take it light"

Stay with me, this winter's cold,
Stay with me, I'll remain in your hold.

Lay with me, I won't get up and leave
When I'm yours, you won't grieve.

Just only this snowy day,
I'd like you to stay...

I promise you, I'll be
As long as you're with me.

With your fire breath, blow away the frost
I'll find ground, 'cause right now I'm lost
Melt my stone heart into your magma
Help me solve my enigma
In return I'll keep your beat going
We can save eachother from the aching.

Through God's green earth I tread
A lonely soul once left for dead
Does rival that which no one can
Surpassing that of mortal man

Let the wind blow my memories away
Let the water wash my thoughts
Let the fire burn my dreams
As the earth takes what’s left of me

Money muffles passion, you see.
We cling to it, weeping,
leaking weird nouns and verbs
about how we cherish
the cool cocoon of cold hard cash,
forgetting about the shallow grave
where we killed and buried our art.

We forget, amidst the chatter
and the chaos and the fodder
and become an only sometimes-true friend
to our notebook and our paintbrush;
we become the boring, wretched thing
we used to hate for being false
and turn ugly, quickly.

It’s terrifying the flip-flops
that a rumbling hunger will make.

Because "blind" is not a four letter word,
     and you can't hear
     a thing I'm saying.
Because life is an object,
     and your soul is taken
     for granted when you say
     you don't care.
Because you'll always be
     and that's how you'll come to find
     that the world doesn't adjust,
     you do.
Because from now on
     there's nothing stopping you
     from making your own choices.
Because that's life
     and everyone's alone
     at one point or another.