Like a slave with no master
Or a church with no pastor
Sometimes, our lives are simply
Beautiful disasters.

Now what does that mean?
Well I'm glad you asked
See, everyone has to start over sometimes
And how better than with a fire that burns clean.

But to the fire do not add gas,
Even though it burns so bright,
But allow the fire to burn and destroy
The troubles of your life

And when that fire has burned itself out
The ashes coating the ground like sleet
Rebuild, with no feasible doubt
That you dear friend are complete

If sleep is the cousin of death then all of your dreams must reside on your breath
But death is as constant as the rain
So Like a lions mane wear your dead dreams sewn together proudly like a grass skirt in a luau in Maui

I see, and i know that no one is perfect but was jeopardizing our entire way of life worth it? I know i just discussed dreams earlier on in this piece but please allow me to indulge and talk about this elephant in the room.

Why is it that you thought that a man who is of African descent and a woman would lead us to our doom?
See, like Kennedy a lot of us had dreams of going to the moon and making a difference in the world more impactful than taking off the rest of the day at high noon,
Soon he'll be in office and i can't change that but let's face facts
We stood by and allowed your ignorance an audience we built your hate filled echo chamber that is certain parts of the information superhighway internet

O-******? Classless? Slime? January 20th the end of an error?

We all saw the comments on all the news pages and while those despicable words enraged us we know free speech is a part of what made this country
We have to take the good with the bad but, i do have one request.

Don't expect me to give him a chance as he panned and pranced all over the people who built this country off of our ancestors backs...
Don't expect me to not take him to task lyrically because maybe it'll be all that i have.

He. Is not. A president.

So like i said, sleep is the cousin of death.
But wake up friends...wake up for the mistakes we have to correct...

Chrysalism is defined as the feeling associated with being inside
Cozy and warm through a rough thunderstorm
And that sensation is a pleasure that's hard to rival

Maybe I'm going through an extreme bout with that emotion
Because I've been inside so long i could probably compare notes with Noah about the creatures in a rain filled ocean.
But with the motions and tide of life and the things I've been through

Most of which dear friends I've told to you
Im living with my demons, and if i can make it so can you
Break through your chrysalis' I'll be cheering and praying for you

I often drift and wonder why hip hop isn't music in other people's eyes
Its despised because they can't relate to what's played on the wax or on stage
These bars are straight from our heart to the page
Then delivery from the vocal chords to the mic in the booth and then we drop the album and pay our dues
Like DJ Clue mixing up the tapes for those trying to make it off of pen play and rhyme
I find when you're new money with an old soul you're less despised, but despite the critcism of the science of lyricism hip hop will always be unique, for there are many genres of music but hip hop truly is the poetry of the streets

It's not for lack of effort that i remain jobless and listless although that can change like the weather
I've spent days in my native American sweaters walking up and down the streets seeking employment, but like flavorless spearmint gum i chewed up and spit out laughed right off the stage at the Apollo before being thrown out

No doubt, there's some light on the other side of the sun and i should remain positive like a neutron but I've been through this for too long, snide hints and comments about the obvious i know I'm jobless i dont want to become heartless in the process
A bog this foggy is tough to go through but there's always a way out that i hope to show you

This makes no sense like a round square or a respectful mockingbird, or a song with no melody or a rose smelling ****.

Or an actionless verb or even better a dance with no steps.
It'll be 2017 in a few hours, but the stench of 2016 hasn't dissipated yet.

The celebrity massacre, gorilla killing, spirit and dream crushing year. It felt so depressing that at least once we were all brought to tears.

So sing Auld Lang Syne to your hearts content and cook Black eyed peas if you please
Just let me pass through midnight unscathed, that'll be enough for me