these sleepless nights seem like an endless fight
its now at leastly bi-weekly
wonder what i'm not quite doing right
its always a little freaky when
morning light creeps up beneath me
all day long, i've been feeling pretty sleepy
but now that i'm in bed, dreams just don't wanna reach me
maybe for the life i've led, life just wants to teach me
spend more time alone in my head, cause life ain't easy
looking to my past, start feeling a little queasy
took a bottle full of pills made to make me sleepy
blacked out, acted like a zombie for a week see
the time i can't remember never seems to leave me
four am on the clock like its just trying to tease me
but life will move on, thats all i need to ease me
cause no matter what the time, its never gonna leave me

i was born in the spring of nineteen ninety two,
decade seemed to fly by, so i just did what i had to do

i was becoming a product of what my culture told me

and could define myself by the materials it sold me

like a box that had been designed just to hold me

but as i started growing older, the world seemed colder

things i started learning felt like weight up on my shoulder

like this land we've grown up on isn't even ours

for wiping out a culture we deserve to be - hind bars

growing up, i was taught to bleed red white and blue,

but these ideals that they've given me aren't even close to true

corrupt politicians with their beneath the table deals

money for elections means so long for the ideals

government may be the truck, but business is the wheels

oil makes us go to war, but with official seals

i sure as hell may not be proud to be an american,

but i'll say it with pride.

i just want a place

where we all can reside

man i just want a place

where we all can reside

i feel like they've put me in a box just to hide

trapped by my own mind, from the inside

they say that only seeing is believing

i see so many others with the same feeling

soon we'll all push through this glass ceiling

then it'll be time for the healing

but i gotta ask myself what i wanna see

we gotta all decide on how we wanna be

its probably the right time to redefine free

thats a job for everyone, not just you and me

heres an idea, just how i would want to live

everyone gets their share, but in return you gotta give

we've got millions of people, each smart and unique

yet we're all just little drones, its pretty bleak

why not a system where we all get to speak

and no one again is ever called a freak


we're all beautiful

and we all deserve to live

To exist in the present. Its my one goal in this crazy life

its let me become who i am, and put down the knife

right now I can plan for the future, learn from the past

life’s greatest blessing is that it doesn’t move too fast

find the difference between what I control, and what to just let be

accept whats happening right now. thats what it means to be free

heavens gates may be locked, but my soul holds the key

only patience lets us branch out, i learned that from a tree

it doesn’t matter what i think, or what i think i know

doesn’t matter where i’ve been, or where i’m gonna go

doesn’t matter if its delight or pure fear

all that really matters is that its here

and its the only thing that i see completely clear

grandpa the truth is, I don't think of you all too often
when i heard the news, i half expected a coffin
i'm the first to admit, that that's slanting pretty low
when your half expecting you own family to go
i feel bad, ashamed of myself, cause its wrong
someone so close, just let them be, say so long
one eighth of mine is your blood, like a partial genetic clone
we're family, and always will be, it could be written in stone
so heres a sincere apology, i've kept you all to distant
and you have done the same, don't think that i've missed it
its neither of our faults, its just the way its gone down
so better late than never, why not turn it around?
i want to get to know you, and you the same to me
on a deeper level than just the eye can see
you've walked down a long road, almost eighty years now
thinking of what we haven't had, i just can't fight the tears now
cause i love you, and i can feel it with my heart
so my real hope is that this letter's just the start
of a relationship thats always been carved in stone
its about time we pick them up, and take them home

depression. its a battle i once faught
not really, but thats what i once thought
the truth is, its never gonna leave me, cause its always gonna need me
i still get down and always will, so when i do, its always gonna feed me
the world wants me to fight it, to beat it away
to let it know that it has no place to stay
but thats not true, cause its a part of me
and accepting thats like paying the hardest fee
so taking a pill each morning might help me see things 'the right way'
but its still gonna surface, not like each day can be the bright day
i know thats it normal, and i'm leaning to embrace it
rather than fighting and pushing, trying to replace it
cause when i get down, man i fall through the floor
i lock my heart in a room, and it breaks down the door
emotions are living, they want to spread wings and soar
and i know thats its true, cause i feel them right to my core

originality. its become a long lost art

so don’t expect this to come from my heart

all the cookie cut out people, with their cookie cut out jobs

and their cookie cut out problems, their cookie cut out sobs

i’m not a real person, and neither are you

its a ***** to admit, but you know its true

we’re all raised to grow up and get paid

so one day a girl will show up to get laid

have a few kids, and the love starts to fade

it makes me want to puke, and call out for aid

but i’m bakin’ in the oven, can’t ******’ see out

so i’ll try to keep on lovin’, and try not to pout

tears start to pour, like god turned on the spout

cause i can’t figure out what this life’s about

so god if you hear this i think i’m about done cookin’

but i bet your almighty nothingness aint even lookin’

cause we’re all alone in this world, trying to find our way

and if we’re lucky, we’ll make it thru to the end of the day

an accountant or some ****, man whatever pays

this hypocritical cookie’s getting lost in a maze

there’s no need for creativity when all that matters is productivity

and i’ll speak but won’t dare to act, is that a product of inactivity?

**** the world, man i say tupac had it right

thats all i can say, already given-up this fight