I'm a walker in the woods of words//
I'm that song you still haven't heard//
I'm that verb that picks at your last nerve//
I'm that action that gives the same amount of love to the curb as I do to the street//
I recognize everybody the same even with their different features//
While the many pay attention to the sale of ***//
And to the distribution of prescription drugs, cause the natural way has been layed to rest//
I'm the one that pays no attention to the pigs that own the banks//
I'm the one that writes for you so your voice doesn't feel that lonely when you address and the rich just turn the page//
And as the world just seems to turn a blind eye and forget that this here, we made//
That without us, this doesn't function//
That without love, there's no future//
I may seem eager but there's much more to do here//
You may call me obsessed over the worlds issues, but I stand up for what I believe in//
What's your excuse for have no passion?
It's ok, I'm not mad, I've just had it//
I'm the one fights for everything, but this war between us, I let you have it//