Before we know what's going on
And decide to throw our stones
Perhaps, take a step back

It is best we drop the rocks
Without giving a second thought
And come at this with love instead

I think that there is plenty of
Us out here that clearly judge
Before we even know the facts

When most of what we all do
We do as much as all of you
When it was, I looked last

As we commence to throwing stones
Before we know what's going on
There's something deep inside we lack

Weighing heavy on our hearts
It is best we drop the rocks
And come at this with love instead

in my glove compartment
i keep things in mind
i feel i might need at times
important in my life

as i travel
from over here to over there
hoping against hope to get somewhere
with this grinding of the gears

randomly out of order
my life i propose
a long time ago
along life's bumpy road

every now and then
i struggle in the cleaning out
what that's all about
removing of all doubt

in my glove compartment
where all this comes to mind
no telling what i'll find
collected over time

you might wish for happiness
wish that things go well
make a wish with secrets kept
quickly wish, before the candles melt

you could wish for fortune
or that this day would end
wish life came stamped with a warning
beware of where you step

wish you'd never done that
or to do it all again
wish the genie in the magic lamp
would give you one more wish

you might wish for true love
while others wish the same
as those down on the corner
wish you had a pocketful of spare change

wish for a different outcome
but wishing don't make it so
you can make a wish and then some
wish out loud that you had known

wish that you had seen that
last wish would turn and bite
if wishes were nothing but fishes
we'd all toss in a line

don't let the now
become the when
you had the chance
but then again
you let it slip
out of your hand
far out of reach
of any plan

you had on the here
and on the now
danced with the chance
but then somehow
you let it slip
out of your hand
you thought you could
but now you can't

when you took a breath
and let it pass
it could be said
you had the chance
then let it slip
out of your hand
when a feeble grasp
was all that you had

I want to be free...

From everything
That holds me back
Free from the confidence
I too often lack
Free from the guilt
Of things I have said
Free from the secrets
That I have kept

Free from the thoughts
That I'm not enough
That share the same space
Of why, just because
Free from the lack
Of forgiveness
For my fellow man
In whom I think less

Free to be happy
With who I am
Free from the thoughts
Of you know you can't
Free from the lies
That my mind often spreads
All the negative vibes
That fill my head

Free from the worry
Of what others might say
When I first awake
Not to dread another day
Free from the bad
Decisions I've made
Free to find love
And have them feel the same

I need to be free...

I am just a simple man
In these United States
Not quite clear how many years
But nothing much has changed

The same with my father
And his father before him
All because they base it all
On the color of my skin

Where judgement weighs out heavy
Underneath the thumb
Of the government whose plan it is
To rule this plantation

They talk a big game of freedom
For the likes of simple me
But to this day, it's been the same game
Of mental slavery

When you don't pay attention
To "The Man's" sleight of hand
This much is true, he'll rule over you
Every chance he can

Does his best behind his back
Out of sight, out of mind
He finds that he gets ahead
Continually pushing rewind

Never aware, the character
Of the man I am within
All they ever seem to care
Is the color of my skin

Quick here with a promise
They seem to never keep
Far from being honest
With this mental slavery

I struggle with the living
Give out about time to get
I know there's something missing
I've narrowed it down to this

Upended world of reasoning
Where I keep seasoning the why
In this constant spin of struggling
I barely try to just get by

It behooves a man perfection
In the middle of a yawn
Somewhere deep there is a lesson
In this mix of right and wrong

Is this the end of the beginning
Or beginning of the end
As I barely try to just get by
In this constant spin of struggling

The only time I find to exercise
Is when I'm in mid-shrug
I also find I'm afraid of heights
So I don't try to climb that much

I can sign the dotted line
I'm not that tight with do or die
In this constant spin of struggling
I barely try to just get by