Whenever you're in the reef,
Stop by the castle and feast on the faces,
You've got to realize it's all fantasy,
But at the bottom of sea she's everything,
Queen of the seahorse and castle rock,
Responsible for Atlantis and all it's got,
She's the creator of the water people,
The taker of blood, sacrifices when needs to,
The amazon ran through her eyes,
Forcing me to swim and put up with her shadows,
She has these caves in her heart nobody has seen,
Made of native love, the moon, the beach,
The sand grain are her everyday thoughts,
She's the pathway for different walks of life to cross,
Goddess by the way of music and dance,
I just love the way she shakes the earth,

Guardian of constellations//
I'm sure is what the inside of your eyes are like//
Silent war within the goddess in you//
A dream of potion in the house//
The best thing that has ever happened to the stars//
On the flip side, the world has a hold on you//
A perfect strangle, still no control on you//
The direction of your fire being infinite//
Is the result of storms in the jungle//
A month old flood with good intentions//
While describing your existence through medicine//
Miss natural disaster, higher than heaven sent//

I overthink your love,
More like overestimated it,
Put it on a pedestal when I should've kept it level headed,
My heart bleeds for the sound of your raw form,
Sometimes you cover up and you're not who you say you are,
I wish you would just stay who you are,
If you need inspiration just look in the mirror,
Your eyes, and that scar on your cheek,
Your full lips, along with that smile I couldn't make this up,
I couldn't set sight on a more lovely sun,
Our telephone lines always seem to celebrate the summers together,
I love you, even if I see you never..

With a drop of his blood she could dance all night,

Hear the horses thunder across the country green,

She's hardly seen the Westside of things;

The forgotten sea where the first Spanish tongues layer with sand,

But back to this beautiful unfamiliar,

Back to the feeling of self worth,

Of knowing you mean something to somebody;

It all stems from her intention,

She calms the pacific from light years away,

From a direction unknown to radar,

From an aliens perspective;

Far away home, an angle at an untouchable space and time;

A worm hole inside the galaxy of her mind,

He's on her mind but he's on the run,

Movin between the waves in her brain;

Watching every one of her thoughts dance around his shadow;

Finally he arrives at a painting,

He's quick love and she's quick to catch,

The heart, true emotion from far apart,

Doobies and records,
Doobies and records,

Kissing you is like doobies and records,

Let's sit on the carpet and see what type of sound we could measure;

Doobies and records,

We were born to make love under the sun,

So let's take this listening party outside for awhile,

As we lie down in the mystic,

We mingle with the esoteric,

Doobies they smelled, records we spun;

Collaborated on culture and shared wisdom from within,

Doobies and records made us friends,

We took one more hit and off in the distance we went,

Doobies and records,
Doobies and records,

Me and my lady took the first train to soft wild pleasure,

Held hands until the sunset matched our feet,

Even in loneliness our spirits join,

Doobies and records is a hell of a time,

Doobies and records will get you connected,

Connected with the soul of earth,

She's beautiful on top of the Apache dirt,

Doobies and records,
Featuring me and her,

You can survive with a heart of stone,

Though you're never sure who's side the sun is on,

The unsureness is what brings the tilt to my smile,

Not of fear but of pleasure; turned being scared, into being the flower with a lost feather,

Into feeling loved but not by anything in particular,

The outreach of Mother Earth is like mountains in the galaxy,

With a touch of sky, at night time the stars collide,

Your heart filled with pride and bravery,

Your blood remains still as the trees walk by,

Wins of the fall, dirt cool as redwood shade;

Heart of a lover, the beat at his own pace,

Stems band on top of mushroom fields, while the children of the sun move with the horizon,

Smile for rain, glance for clouds and look up to the indigenous grounds,

That's where my heart is at,

Where I sit on top of rocks and communicate with the current of the river,

Flow of love, soul of sound

Love Conquers All

With a drop of blood she could dance all night,
Hear the horses thunder across the country green,
She's hardly seen the Westside of things,
The forgotten sea where the first Spanish tongues laid with sand,
But back to this beautiful unfamiliar,
Back to the feeling of self worth,
Of knowing you mean something to somebody,
It all stems from her intention,
She calms the pacific from light years away,
From a direction unknown,
From an aliens perspective,
From a far away home,
An angle at an untouchable space and time,
A worm hole inside the galaxy of her own mind,
He's on her mind but he's on the run,
Moving between the waves in her brain,
Watching every one of her thoughts dance around his blood,
Finally he arrives at painting...
He's quick to love, she's quick to catch the heart,
True emotion from far apart,

My love for you will always grow,
But seeing it reach its full potential next to you just doesn't seem right,
The things I used to do to get your attention,
Now they just don't seem right,
Now when I talk to you I just don't feel high,
Back then when I shared breath with you,
It felt like, like Mars had met Neptune,
Now my urge to get next to you clouds with caution,
Mind lost within,
The harmony, gone to sin

Behind that smile I've always noticed the pain,
But I was the weaker one, falling for the sound of your rain,
You made me forget what it felt like to be afraid of love,
Now I'm wondering if I'll ever be in the same presence of your touch,
I'm wondering if someone else is the reason for your smile,
And if there is I couldn't blame you, look at the miles between us,
Look at the many rivers and mountains that separate our reasons,
Reasons for us to be together, reasons for us to pull down the moon together,
Reasons for us to march on unknown land,
But we can't,
the reason somebody else is probably holding your hand,
The reason somebody else is standing where you stand,
I'm sorry I'm so far, I hope you find it in your soul to understand,

Young man don't lose your feet//
You know the ground moves when your mind doesn't think//
Young man don't lose your feet//
You know the movement of your brain depends on the flame of the heat//
Young man don't lose your mind//
Chasing sugar coated reality through the house plant vines//
There's a place above the clouds where the city is painted with love//
Where the roads are ****** and their eyes rolled back//
Young man don't lose your mind falling for the pleasure in that//
Young man don't lose your footing falling for the wrong step toward happiness//
The sun was going down but that's not the end//
You ride forever if you ride the wind//

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//

I feel the cosmic making my soul electric//
Every chord instantly banked in the back of my head//
I'm talking about the kind that get on top of roofs and yell for freedom//
The ones that wouldn't back down from a Roman legion//
What you'd rather hear, we'd rather feel//
Yeah you hear, but you're not one to listen//
To hear, is for your antennas to be able to pick it up//
To listen, is to be able to dissect and focus on the sounds//
To be able to remember when that beautiful noise is no longer around//
She's not vanished, just chose a different background setting//
At the end of the day, we all know the path to greatness//
What separates us is the experience from the mistake//
The lesson from what we take//
What we make of the opportunities we create//
Instead what we do is count the disadvantages//
Instead of taking what we can manage and practice that religiously//
We ponder on the discrepancies and let that flood our courage//
Let your dreams turn reality, let your colors flourish//
Everybody is a diamond in the rough//
You just have to search for the sands from which you come from//
Day in day out, master what the bitter call doubt//
When the rain comes, use the aftermath//
And when the bridge forms, cross it don't just stare//
Stare down at the journey you conquered, the expedition you hunted day and night for//
The freedom blues you yelled for//

On the sand,out the sea
To breathe on land, I'd rather breathe ocean deep
In 1983, a merman I should turn to be
What was Jimi thinking during his last dreams
Stab this pen through this piece of paper, then maybe you'll understand the pain my ink stores
So I put the poison to my veins and let the blood soar
A rolling stone under this ocean we like to call home
A complete unknown, in the Neptune valleys where you're more than welcome to the purple fish
Where on land you're a stranger to your own kind, a has been exist
A wild serpent but to you I was someone who always belonged
Apart of this tribe who parks under water
Alert of the community who laughs around the stones of heat
So my angel and me make love between the sand
Under here minutes are hours turned to memories
A revolution from the seven seas
A billion souls of creation accept the little boy who walked with the presence of trees

To the fish, out of sea..

See I could do without most of you//
The times I admire loneliness, and the times I don't even want to get close to you//
Those are the moments I cherish//
That's the experience I over dosed on but didn't die//
Those are the tears that I felt but didn't cry//
Sound cliche?  I'll tell you why//
See I love the depth of my heart and I know my
blood is at large//
Check the night crawlers out, even at daytime they march//
Disguised in a scent of redwood, but built with the weakest roots oxygen could ask for//
If you could have anything, what would you ask for?
I would take myself and put me on any planet besides earth//
Or maybe stay here and put you all outside of her//
Cause Mother Nature don't deserve this hurt//
And I'm not speaking from a hippies view, I'm speaking from a humans point of view who actually gives a **** about being heard//
About making a difference with more than just words//
About taking everybody to the golden garden//
The sun on her knees, the arrows in her back from we//
Violence is OUR history,
Pathetic isn't?
Cagless imprisonment,
How some people have never heard of a free mind, not dumb just ignorance//
Just ill informed about the worlds influence//
Sky scrapers of corporations are who we break our backs for//
Day in day out, nine to five, clocks out//
Same **** when I wake up, until I let my dreams hit the clouds//
You see in a way, we're all slaves to something THEY love//
So you might as well be chained to something YOU love//

You can hear the orchestra dance in the rain//
A perfect pain to math the feel goods//
The cat, cool, calm and collect//
Paws at any keys within his range//
A beautiful haunting to the kidnapping of mind//

On a night where love was in the sky//
Put there, not to the natural eye//
Seeking stars in the retna//
Discovered scriptures in the clouds//
Native drums from the coast//

Once upon a sea cliff, way below the bottom of the current//
Where it's happening, is where it's flourished//
The cat in the sand, the sand by the reef//
In the water for a million years, and never even knew it//
Hair stood up, free cause of the music//

Born with war on his face//
Soul on his head//
The lead was his sword//
The soil was home to so much blood//
The forest his comfortability,
Such a time to be alive, a time to run for the hills//
Elementary talk from pig headed desk men//
The yes men,
Into the badlands where the colors aren't accepted//
Freedom tested,
Stripped and applied with pressure//
It feels like the belts of Saturn have once again called for my existence//
To jump the galaxy with no fear//
To eliminate all souls of glass//
I'll be looking down when the sun falls//
When it all falls...

Here comes happy dolly dagger//
Your wings look magnificent//
Shall we cross?
To the room full of mirrors//
With the children from Saturn//

We left the world cause she wanted war//
We fought every day//
Wars in our face//
War Is your faith//
Humanity struck//

Society shook,
Blank faces in large crowds//
Pockets filled with remorse and self pitty//
Their souls have already leaped, from a fifteen story building//
Outlined in galaxy, searching for the word//

Inspired by revolution, give love a chance//
Make the moon be your last glance//
The bird took his last breathe under water//
But it lasted forever, the waves were the wings//
Blood rode the seam, cross bird, what do you see?

Me and insane always meet again,
Crossroads with the alkaloid sin,
The flowers are my friends,
The big great buds that develop friendship,
The stems we sleep under..
The rose beds create timeless highs,
Orange butterflies and there wings made of clouds,
Every hour is 5 up here,
And every second up here, down there is years,
I swim along the horizon..
Not to touch the sun, but to feel the psilcybin,
Altering of dreams, to the alcoholics views and fiends,
And many other things, to the nicotine's,
Heights aren't for everybody,
Maybe just for me..

With you, my experience is open,
Run on sentence with some closer..

So slowly I chased my mind out//
Spineless thoughts, useless plots//
Against myself, I beat the demon version of me//
The black angel of death..
The erie harmony//
The natives breathe//
The crossroads with fire to the right, fire to the left//
Indian wind up high//
The horses path, past the purple sky//
Almost like a return to snowy river//
A five story house, one bed half a mirror//
Cold floor, spider webbed doors//
Perception is there, reality is horror

There was a lady we never knew//
A time where it was only her and the bear//
The war was survival//
Western civilization was wild//
An offering from the gods..//
Full of peace makers in the beginning,
Only taking what the trees gave,
Was purely more than enough to travel the peaks//
You could almost smell her through the valleys//
Wild, unchained, unscarred from the world to come//
A pre disposition of the land that belonged to the richest ground//
The most silent of sounds now..//
The most understood monster,
The open range full of ghosts,
Spirits who love in the wind, to only come out when the giants awake//
Resting their hands on the aged oak//
The ones who shine with no diamond//
Who reflect with no glass,
The apparitions, who re-appear//
To ride the breeze...
To fight the fear..

Love I got the desire to **** you//
Bring you back to life, and ******* love you all over again//
Let the waves hug you,
Sailing across the pacific beneath the visions,
I live inside the soul of you, you and you//
The drifting of the flow is never murky//
Jupiter accepts anybody who can keep a secret//
Anyone who can piggie back the seaweed//
Turn soft words into dense feel//
Turn my feel, let these sentences move like eels...
Please let the feels, be real

How low can conversation get..//
To the point where you forget who said//
I'd rather have a real goodbye versus a fake hello//
A real hatred versus a fake love//

I had to say goodbye cause she didn't say hello//
When I said goodbye, you were much obliged//
When I still gave a hand to hold, you waved by//
I'll never forget the day we disconnected//
Our song unfinished, but is creativity ever?//

I had to say goodbye cause she couldn't say hello..//
My then to say goodbye, and I still said hello//
But for you, it's the same story, different hell//
Same defensive mechanism, different shell//
Same concrete rose, different smell//
Same dream, different dwell//

I had to say goodbye cause she never said hello..
I had to say goodbye cause she never said hello..

He passes through in a black hoodie with a good heart//
The kind of soul to lay words on top of earth//
The kind of guy to mentor his own self//
Do you define your own self worth?//
Do you carry your own torch?//
Create your own fire, is well deserved of light//
Pretty self explanatory, but not to the regular eye//
But any regular guy, can catch up to the dreams//
The dreams go bye, gone and not passed by//
Out of reach, in the hands, of the sand, in the sky...

Pyscho in the garden..

Optimism of love, who wants love?
Optimistic of love, who needs love?
Characteristics of love, we love love//
We love to love...//
Not so much we love to admit...//
But we'll stand in the fire for it//
We'll cry to the moon for it//
I'll look straight into the sun for it//
I'll wait a million years for it...//
And at the grass roots, I'll lay the dirt for it//
I'll take care of the flowers that'll be my soul//
But you got to be there to open the door//
Cause if perception of my heart is poor...//
I'll put my fist through those hinges,
And show you, what love is//

The branches of tree led the way//
Unbroken paths to the bridge of love//
Where the many of emotions carry infections good to the soul//
A healthy darkness that belongs to the sea//
Where will I be when the moon falls?
What will I be seeing on the inside looking down//
Having conversations with a hundred foot tortoise//
He schools me on the legends of the ocean//
About the purpose of the shark//
About the non sense of the harpoon in the whale//
Either way I'm a ****** to this sea//
A new species underwater that can breath//
A beautiful thing that can't be caught//
A beautiful color you can't explain//
Just know when I swim by, I'm enjoying the waves//

Reincarnated into something with feathers//
A hummingbird in the valley of Mexico..//
Resuscitated to be the warrior of the south//
Was the warrior of the south..//
Now with these wind bestowed upon me//
I stretch veins plague length throughout the winds territory//
Where the free horse springs on top of the loose rock//
Where the wolf sacrifices the blood for young// in order to keep order//
In order to move forward...//
The moon shines brighter than the sun, you're just asleep to never see it//
Too blind to feel it//
Too low to feel the height of the feather//
Earth goddess approaches..//
She's draped in light..//
Even air moves out of her way// (cont.)

Sitting here high off that chance I took//
Infested with butterflies below my heart//
Curse myself to sleep with how ******* happy I am//
Maybe love was just a drug with a time limit//
A run around the sun but never got up in it//
I like to think the sky is showing we heart when the sun rises//
Wether it's east or west, she loves everybody//
She gives everybody a taste but morals still valued//
Under the influence of love and it feels good//
Under the influence of love and it's gone now//
Dust in the wind, along flew the words out my mouth//
Feathers from a damaged wing...//
The thing is, I don't notice the love unless it comes from the music//
At least right now that's all ill ever need//
I'll climb the highest mountain for one minute of tune//
One note, one scale of smooth sound//
The coldest wind against the softest rock//
Under the influence of love and I want it back//

With a flower like you I don't need no other scent// with a vibe like you I don't need no other touch// skin to skin like our flesh was one// all these flowers, you're the only one//

To them, we're just peasants of the blackness//
A nothing to matter to anything//
But everything matters to me//
The moon, the sun, the stars//
The atmosphere that hunks a different race//
The residents of the great sky//
We laid our heads on the stones that night//
Stones holding gravity, energy that wouldn't let go//
No matter how many times you break it's heart//
The background of the universe//
The garden of the universe//

In between reality and the creative//
Caught between what's real and what's right//
The awful feeling of thought keeping you up at night//
Wanting someting so bad, you scream it twice//
But wishing upon a star only goes so far//
It's all about self action//
Self confidence, self awareness//
To me there's no such thing as perfect timing//
You create your own shine//
Craft your own scent//
So that there faces wrinkle when they hear your product//
Middle of a Dream...in the middle of the options//

I break my back for nothing to support a family in a house with not enough beds//
Your pockets do not own me, this earth of Aztlan does//
This earth that our ancestors danced for rain and sun for//
The reason you call us wetbacks//
Spics...
*******...
Pero esta vida no te pertenece//
We define life in every step we take in the mud//
Our souls, always accepted by the gods//
We never had to sell the worth of our spirits to the below//
We hit crossroads everyday, but the difference is...
We don't cry for help, we dig deep, deep in that black pit you label us in//
We crawl out with motivation larger than our bloodline//
We span throughout the entire universe//
And still, you label us stealers of the country, you call us advantage takers//
Did you forget who you took this land from?//
You call the racists founding fathers//
When you really are the sons of the indigenous//
Check yourself before it's all over//
We're not asking you to leave, just realize who are the true thieves//

I don't know how I walked on//
Almost like I was a six foot energy for just that half hour//
Just a piece of mass waiting to be created//
I was literally controlled by the voices//
But once the groove kicked in, I controlled the faces//
The eyeballs none, the hair stood up, and their ears mine//
Sounds insane to the smallest of minds//
But if you find a way to dissect your own brain//
You've pretty much answered the questions with no response//
Anyways, I looked out to the sea of people, which was no more than thirty people//
That's all I needed to be inspired,
That's all u needed to feel the higher,
The end of my words hit the microphone with so much sincerity//
I almost felt like it spoke back in the most native dialect//
And I understood every word,
I understood that it wasn't me anymore//
It was the shaman I've been seeing in my dreams//
I could hear the shells dance around the fire//
I could smell the mezcal in the air//
I felt my muscles melt to nothing,
But the burning in my gut made the heart rise//
She's never came down, she remains high//
Forever as long as I continue to show the birth of life//

Stuck their hands out with no rush to invite me to Saturn//
I instantly felt safe touching the DNA off their hands//
Long words in small sentences//
They get right to the point//
The planet has no tip//
Only information on civilization//
Only information about the end of ours//
Stuck up, stinky fat humans//
And they still choose to show us their ruins//

Midnight moons are usually the best//
Creep high, plus she gives you enough dose to lift up//
A different dark night, special blooms within the system//
My kind of solar stays on forever//
Or, I could light up the moon with one letter//
Or I could show you the way to the ruins from above//
I feel like the love is heavier up here//
Like the flowers grow steadier up here//

The rhythm of sound//
The sequence of love//
The same feeling when the music touches soul//
The passion...//
Order of noise...//
Reaction of the face when drums lift the eyebrows//
The stench that curls your taste buds//
Taste love...//
The sunshine on my moon//
The notes that mean the world//

Remember to take away the small things// the times you laughed along side loved ones// the times loved ones held a hand or gave a shoulder to lean on// remember to jump with the rain and smile with the clouds// night can be just as beautiful as it is when opened loud// the sun can't smile without offering heat//

Ancient shade over landscapes,
Scriptures in the sand,
You bring to me the life of human,
Goddess of water, fertility and earth,
What the Devine feminine holds,

I want to love you in the coldest climate,
Your love, if it takes forever I'll find it,
Cause I want to nurture your flowers but never control your mind,
I want to stand and sing in your coldest garden,
Pick your buds and at the same time smoke em,
****** can be the way of our walk,
We can build from there on out,
Cause on your planet I feel accepted,
Taken in by your extraterrestrial essence,
Hair like Joplin, soul like Hendrix,
Ocean wild, I'll take you as is,
Though your waves may take me out from time to time,
It's the beautiful struggle you built after the storm, bold
Like the way you accept the moon more than the sun,
Not forbidden but you love from a distance,
Your guitar cries to all existence,
Venus Blues, electric universe...

Take my hand blue child,
The light awaits the flesh,
The blood hungry stones within the walls,
Mother and father cry as your walk is steep,
Mystical land, the shells scream against the shins of those worthy,
And those more than worthy to the sun, for the sun,
We belong to the rays of the circle,
Now it's your time, you ran with the jaguar, swam with the floods, controlled the ashes and danced with the earthquakes,
Earth is no longer your walk way,

I see the moonlight belly dancer approach,
The one eyed witch comes with intent to dagger my soul,
Two on one, odds in my favor,
I'll protect the village with warriors and spears,
Swords send fear through the Phoenix's wing,
While the slaves of the underworld shoot acid to the skies,
The clouds shall fall with the gods they said,
And will rise with half human half angels,
A city of crystal built from darkness and blood,
With my eyes of stone I'll slice the wind so gently, the tide rolls in harassing the shore,
The heavens mist carrying my soul, aboard the ship of journey,
Though hell is conquered, it leaches deep in every mans gut,
So beneath you can't feel pressence, but alive is the pulse,
The black magic, the soul snatchers,
Watchers of the city of discomfort,
Army of the evil pharoahe,
Land of the wind,

The love on the vein of my leaf// it lets me go but never leaves// each branch of tree, has it's own way of bleed// that stream of the century was thought to flow with the mermaids// with the ocean being the moons mirror, I sit between the crease and reflect my tears// ...an outcast willing to cast out// a straight line to the stars... An energy letting me surrender my love for the focus and concentrations of many// to the plenty who watch from above, I'm at the edge of the moon holding roses for offering// a truths to many wonderings// you could smell the forest from here, actually you could touch the end of the redwoods// earths figure once pure, she still stays loyal// community of rocks, the clay welcomes my feet// I took the shaman with me//

Nobody kills her footsteps in the after hour...
She follows a light to the dark sky...
No stars out tonight...
Purple gloom with a scent of blue and black...
The reason she screams at the fire...
She is the wolf, one with the moon...
One with the dance around the tomb...
The nights noise joins in softly...
How the light brushes the walls of the land...
Corrupting the skies with flames, couldn't smell no better...
The shaman of the village controls the weather...
But the moonlight dance, ends never...

The natives talk of the shaman at the hill...
Too many seasons passed, where no leaves fell...
They say he's responsible for making the panther blend in at night...
For the moon giving you opportunity to see passed life...
To realize that death, is nothing but a stage...
A process in every living thing not just man...
The flowers dance, the flowers nap...
The buffalo graze while the Indians laugh...
Peyote dreams, ancient rituals, where the blood is worshipped...
Where the pyramids align with the ideas of the star man...
An astronaut before the astronaut...
A spaceship at the ancestors eyes...
A sun god, earth, wind and fire...

Who dreams about the rise from failure
Pavement cold and beautiful at the same time
Perfection inside imperfection is high in itself
Black sand, under overcast emotions expand over the soul
The sol, the fire we need, to burn our guts with dare
Devils eyes inside your heart, but only you control it's release
From the moon they arise, for the dip to earth
Who will avenge the sacrifice of America
The blood inside the desks and all over the papers
Only if the outside could see the real freedom in her
She stands proud, majestic in disguise of disgust
Hands high for the wealthy and fortunate
They preach that the belongings of the native, belonged to them
That the buffalo were meant to die
That the green grass wasn't meant to lay in
That man and wolf couldn't hunt side by side
That we, would one day become superior to those not civilized
When indeed, it was we, who took that away from them
So preach on America, tell the beautiful lies about how gorgeous the moon is
When you know well enough, The face of things always please
How do you sleep at night?
Lay the real foundation, pull the sheets off the youth
Preach the real story, this land is not you

Hold your posture high, the tallest of the confidence/opportunity never tasted this good, with the ignorance of falling for the same exchange of goods/services overrated cause they were delivered by the desk job/brown and proud we fell from the family tree to reproduce/offers from the top, we turned em down, instead to learn on our own

the smoke clears, devil's stench stabs the air with potent vein/potential death floods the streets of pebbled road cities/old town they call it now, reminiscing of the blood that ran the code of structure/see now a days, structure is considered too prepared/what's it worth to humanity to restore the blueprints../millions of words mean nothing when they aren't built to last/

They said the heavens fall when the skies cry/I think we all search for that one word to describe our lifetime/on this earth, the materialistic vision for the future is a dead end/a mad man at the end of the street with a loaded trigger to put a stop to peace/I speak, with the steps of a flower child, my footprints smell of herbal sensation from god's garden/Forbidden happiness was never clocked at a price, our own minds conquered ourselves, not then/we choose what we want to believe, so control the system, don't let the system control thee/

There are, surges of hope that infest the air above us// the knowledge we suffer for means nothing, for we know everything when rested// the darkness taught us to appreciate the evil// so your not overwhelmed when the light creates beneath you// stick your brain through the lines high, poke your eyes to the north where the angels reign//slay your dreams and surrender your schemes of devil// as easy as temptation reveals itself, comes the possibility of being comfortable in this level// below the dirt where the worms sacrifice// where the rotten becomes beautiful, and the goddess of thick ink stains your pages//

Voices from the mists of truth and agony at the same time//for we had expectations and destinations we never met//the clouds get the best of us, even in rain the light can be sought//that song you sing your *** off to, when you think nobody listens//when the crowd is at zero, but the energy at unlimited watts//shock the world with your love, and when it gets shot down, load it back up//you die when you quit, losing is living, take a note and rehearse until your fed up//let the led be your blood, and the melody will follow//the beautiful struggle is the conquer, not the riches at the end//it's all a plus, ending in invisible negatives//we feel em, just not too sure when to expect em//
Sing your *** off child, if your off cue, roll with the punches//if those chops turn red, forget the stage fright and recollect about the skies//you can never sing your *** off too many times//

I think I've wrote cause I weep deep down inside..
I've heard the earths cry from above the clouds..
I've witnessed the clash of hope from below the grass..
Reincarnation, the dangers of thinking out loud, this thing we all cherish, the breathes we take lead to less of life..
Dreams so loud I could topple any government..
God's son is questioned day in and day out, for the fields we ran to for hope and desire to love..even love has a price to pay, id rather be In debt with it, then not have it..