They say if you dont love your brother your no child of god
i found myself chasing the being that had made me odd
fumbling along the way because the path is skinny
I wish for more every day as if i was Timmy

I know constantly you watched me let you down
distract myself with nonsense while my soul drags on the ground..
Getting high to run from my depression
Its gotten good at climbing without question;
I learned my lesson

If you would have asked me bout my purpose long ago
I sure wouldn't have said it was to save my brothers souls
I probably would have said to live and die another man
not to place the peace and love inside my brothers hands

Im tryna to be more loving
I feel it from above
olive branch clasped in the toes of a dove
I used to hate so much
I let it rot my core
No longer in my temple
I wish to hate no more..

I planted many seeds of hate in my past
I watched them bust through my walls
hoping my house wouldn't crash

I tried to save you but the tide was too strong
Feather lost in the wind;
my gut was right all along

My hopes were hardly grounded;
They flew into the breeze
managed to grasp my dreams nd stuff em past my pocket seems

I watched how greed destroyed you
I watched pedals expand;
into flowers that resembled ones which sliced my hands

Everybody wants to be the greatest
The pressure on the lesser has us aching to be weightless
Some are quit indifferent
They fight until they die
Others go through life never questioning why

Coming down frown the clouds but im not a deity  
let these monkeys of my back they make a mess exceedingly;
He was tryna get ready
They spin ya mind in circles like the fork in the spaghetti;
Leading kids astray nowadays like the piper
Foolish if you feeling condescending cuz your skins lighter

He often dreamed of a place
Where status wasn't governed by your money or your ''race''
Where humans left their gripes in the dirt with the dead
Instead of slicing brothers throats to eat and get ahead

Fools jump head first in the cesspool
i watched as i watched as the pigs hunt the wolves
Cool
Over clarity he often drooled ,
That temptress mad **** less your mind was made a tool.

His consciousness was spry , like how your third make you when you bout to die.
Why oh why dont we all get along ,
instead of dancin wrong to the fat lady song.

Trying to be everything thats is great inside of me
while life is cutting carefully the pieces i held pridefully..
my being was like driftwood , your love was like the sea
you strung me like a raft, and then you set me free.

Usually asleep when the sun says hi ,
most times high when the sun says bye.
Lost a couple brothers
i often wondered why ,
while crushed beneath depression under clouds in the sky..
Picked a couple flowers
they wilted in his hands.
While walking through the valley that was sadly ***** by man.

All my feeling had been shoved in the ground ,
all though then i could not taste a hint of love to be found.
Birds and bees , figs and berries ,
Shepherds and lambs ,
Eating what is fed to them from palms of westerners hands..
Some will be articulate in representing their fam ,
Others get disrespected tryna survive amongst man..

If life was like the sea i would be floating with ease ,
when your figure heads a puppet mason highest degree..
I wish to hold the Sun so i can no longer see -
this evil that protrudes and eats the soul out of me...
Funny how we judge or kin as if our flaws were never there.
America will step on you as if you weren't there.
This way of shiest is in our blood as if we never cared ,
Hyenas deep they jump the lions life was never fair..

Feds progress and death will meet in the middle
like how the bow touches the string when you be playin the fiddle.
Or maybe how your faces touch when you be locking your lips.
I hope Mj  up in heaven screaming rockin his hips.
I hope Martin luther is speakin bout dreams that he lived ,
Ideas of peace cannot sustain the the change from pain that we give..