The lust of the eye can take you far, but is it the path you need to go?

Moving down the river of adventure flow, doing things alone none

would ever know, is this the path to my greatest show, smoothly

gliding on a cloud of hope; hope hope hope, a four letter word with so

much meaning to change a nation, facing a crises of disloyalty running

through the veins of a injustice system, We call "the government,"

teaching us less an less about love, an more about greed blinding us to see our true paths..

Love; what is that? Taken from homes before you where even known,

teaching us Hate, grinding on hate, searching for faith, an some then

else to grasp to, gasping for air, it's clear the corruption will see you

through the darkness in your darkest hour, who do you call on God, it's

clear he's here, but are you thinking in the clear living in a nation built mainly on fear!


D.j.Turner #dobetter people #woh
@dj2_fresh

When I was born we stock together flock of a feather a Grandpa said,
Love was true we pulled through, houses grew, families grew, peace was "koo", but soon who knew; drugs came through, your dads generation grew, an there came a few  who's minds where stew in a sense; starting trouble killing each-other. Single mothers came more common. Prison's grew an the rich of course, who started this course for the generations to come. Now your here where RnB, hiphop, & rap pump through your blood, confused on when to love, an why to hate. Unconsciously not knowing you grew with rage on shoulder, in your ear, in your rear, while you run a race in life, mostly of waiting to truly live, not wanting to love because of fear, fear which only brings trouble. Pushing the right people away, wanting the the wrong to stay. Commonly no one adds war which if it wasn't country to country, it was state to state, city to city, block to block, house to house, Dad's to son an mothers, an you can't forget ****. Peace was never truly pushed imagine it starting from 1 house hold, love an peace growing an flowing, that kid became a teacher who taught true love an not to hate. How an why each race should date, and that maybe we need to be listening to our hearts an ours souls instead of or minds an our flesh less an less caring for one another!

I can feel it in the room

Can you keep a peace of tenderness aside for me, *please?
I think I'll be arriving on the late train into town.

As far as the feelings I throw out around You, Sweet
I never meant You any harm when I've trembled your ground.

I can feel it in the room

I move with purpose even when I know not what it is
I'm torn between my world of thoughtless visions and fantasy.

I've longed to pull You closer into me for You to see what I can see
We can start to lay the majik down and feel it in
your room.