Yo I'm tryna hear some new lines, some true lines
Maybe in this darkness I can see the Blue Sky
Like Common Sense, tryna get us out the dirt my friends
But instead, we choose to listen to those who abuse
Those that sound like an alarm clock snooze
Brainless, in ten minutes we'll hear the same ****
Y'all love to make music? That's not what it seems
Cause its apparent to the people, you had a dream
But betrayed that dream once you saw some C.R.E.A.M.
All that paper for a couple of lame joints and some haters
I wanna hear a rhyme about the government, or at least the truth
Like how it's our time to shine a light for the youth
That way, one day, they'll know that wisdom is what we follow
So they can stay away from the darkness before it swallows
Cause once you get in it, there ain't no escaping
From the sky scrapin', paper chasin, devastation, soul deflation
That can occur with the exchange of only a few words
Its absurd how so many let producers be the choosers
You may win that Grammy, but to us you're still losers
Now tell me, is that how it has to be? Cause actually,
The artist that works the hardest never get credit
What I loved so much is no longer respected
So unless you to plan to change and stop fronting
Do us all a favor and don't say nothing

Throughout life's quest we encounter obstacles and stress
Frustrated, we search for shortcuts and easier routes
Straying away from the road less traveled
Our fascinations become falsified
Through fabrications and awful lies
Deceptions is here but have no fear
The light shines in even the darkest of tunnels
Embark on the right path and you will embrace the aftermath

Change! Can we change?
That's up to you...
You know the right thing to do
Will you fall for madness
Or understand your brilliance
Follow me on this pilgrimage
We will defeat this mirage we call a world
Every human falls victim to the illusion
Betraying belief and following delusion
Instead of asking why, look in the sky
Keep faith in what's true
The answer will come to you

I've been here this whole time
Guiding many lost minds
To do what is right
And every night
I visit people
Displaying
Their worst fears
And greatest ambitions
If your ego confuses you
Don't get scared
Just confront
And acknowledge
Who I am...
Your conscious

Eventually we will be tested
With potential or without
each and every one of us
will reach a crossroads
We will have a choice:
Continue living our
lives like we have,
become more, or
become worse.

**Choose Wisely.

I was at a crossroads:
Continue living this life,
depressed, miserable,
lying, and dying.
Or, come back home
start over, get sober,
and write every night.

Many won't understand
and claim I'm weak
But speak louder brethren:
You live in an apartment,
and can't come to grips
with the fact that you're
lost and scared to admit
drugs took you over
While you smoke cigs
and get high every day
waiting for the weekend
and a day off of work
to drink your pains away.

I love you, and when you love
something you truly do have
to let it go before its ruined.
I pray that you all turn around
and find something or someone
that makes you happy
Most importantly I hope
you find something to do
with your time better than
destroying your beautiful souls

We all have a vehicle
being our bodies...
However, sometimes
we don't take care
of our vehicle...
Though our soul,
being the driver,
is a separate piece
The condition
of the vehicle
will affect
the health of
the driver.
I never realized
this until very
recently, when
in a drug induced
state another driver's
vehicle crashed.
It made me think:
When will I crash?
Why did he crash?
Was it his time?
When is my time?
These paranoid thoughts
spin out of control
making my driver
confused and scared.
And at the perfect time
I'm reminded, that I am
the driver and I am
in control of this vehicle.
From this day on,
I'll take care of my vehicle
and the driver inside.
Listening to him before
anything else, because
he knows whats best.
I encourage you to
do the same before
you crash and your
driver dies...

The only thing that could be seen
was a pair of shadows holding hands
on the wall next to a bed.

She had long hair, an hourglass body,
a little taller than him, and with a firm
stance one could assume she was confident.

He was thin, with hair that touched
his shoulders, and by the shaking of his
hands, you could tell he was nervous.

She pushed him down onto the bed,
climbed on top and kissed him on
his forehead.

After performing, the laid down for hours,
and all that could be seen was a pair
of shadows holding hands.