Violence in our hearts
Ignorant vice of our plans

Praising
What we read
What we see
What we hear

Acquiring knowledge we seek
Enriching others' minds
You can't always enlist

Minds are being allocated
Oppressive struggle nurtures servitude

What is your brain being allocated for?
What kind of freedom are you looking for?

Can't be one of us
If you're another capitalist appropriation
Poster child, a temporary venture

Falling in line to become another
Worker or bourgeois hypocrite slave
Isn't that why you study for?
What kind of life are you looking for?

There's no saving your soul
When your freedom depends
On chains of other men's hopes

Fighting to keep yourself, your family
Future generations being born out of you
Out of the venom of oppression and pain

Living life without concern or consciousness
Just the same as living in a prison cell
America, how many inmates do you host?

Security, don't you want a guarantee?
Your family may now have peace
But when you're no longer here, there's no guarantee

Can't be one of us
If you don't join in the struggles of our brethren
Because our security is not guaranteed until they're all free

Concrete full of blood
Skies, smoke-filled clouds

Poison, don't you see
INDUCING VOMITING
Of every freedom you hold

Incubators, landfills
For
Food deserts
Soul Scavengers
Bullet and knife showers
Parentless parents
Starving children
Hotbeds for addiction

Metropolises
Harvesting humans like ants
Where democracy manufactures
Oppressed consumers out of the masses
Majority starving for death

Poison, don't you see
INDUCING VOMITING
Of every freedom you hold

Those borders you revere
Hijacking your body and mind
Legislating no burning of the flag
Where they clean their blood-drenched hands on
Can you tell what side your on
When you agree, they hold a different nationality

When can there be actual solidarity?
Profets of freedom, alienating OUR power to be
When in doctrine, legislature, and policy
Hierarchizing who deserves to be free

In contempt, not compliance
In pain, not numb
Reactive, not inactive
Burning, boiling, shivering
Out of injustice

Poison, don't you see
INDUCING VOMITING
Of every freedom you hold

How can you keep suffering,
When you face the truth

Sometimes I wish I could be a fool,
Take things at face value
Not endlessly question
But accept, as some do
Sometimes I wish I could see less clearly
Stop doubting sincerity
Be less of a skeptic
Of what we call reality
Sometimes I yearn for ignorance
Most blissful of faults
To not know seems better
Than to constantly redraw
A portrait of the world
Threatening to consume
This false life that I **** at
Where others, truth assume.
But, 'tis better to doubt,
Than to tell yourself lies
Because untruth is the facade
Emptiness sits behind
I'd rather seek wisdom, full of all these thoughts
Than be a fool, wasting days being something I'm not.

Don't look down, your feet know where they are going.
These old worn paths, oh so new. Just because you've never walked them,
at least this time around.
Like too many lights gathered around your eyes.
And you can't ask the sky,

"What color is the floor?"

Because there are too many doors, down too many hallways
and you can only pick one.