Iwanttobefree
        soIwillbefree
               Ihavethepower
                   poweryouwoul
                        dn'tbelieveI'md
                             onechasingbutt
                                  erfliesI'llneverca
                                      tchthemanyways
                                            I'mflyingwiththe
                                                   mnowafairyno
                                                        wsoyouchooseme

The mourning moon is
Catchlight in your eyes.

It started out huge
picking my tiny daughter up for school on the first
of many many too many days

She would hop on
sometimes begrudgingly
hopping off always joyfully

But as she has grown
that bus has begun to shrink
and become ever so small

That bus seemed plenty big enough
for her and her giant backpack
her crayons and papers

It seemed to be just right as she
continued to board with her novels
and friends

It seems too small now
Too small to hold her and all of her
dreams and ambitions

I no longer see her on that bus
but walking through some bucolic campus
sitting under shade trees sketching

Or stepping off of a busy curb
over puddles and around cars
on her way to a gallery or show

Yes, that bus has been shrinking
and I can't stop it
but I can marvel at how it has changed

Lost in the wood in the jungle
Sell DAT crack
Not buying it
**** DAT ****
It boring
I don't wat it means
If say anything I might even flop
Getting a big house
Not selling out
I my rhythm dont even have rhyme in time
Just how it is don't give f don't care
Am out

i smoke kush
incase you didnt know
but i am not scared
the feds cant get me
for reggae mon is only an entity
how can they catch
a fish that does not swim
a butterfly that does not fly
a rabbit that does not run
if they are not there
there is no way to catch
the merely superficial
there is no way to catch
the reggae mon offishal

Sometimes I look up at the clouds,
And I hear the music
Ringing in my ears
And I think

It's us against the world,

Yeah,

It's us against the world.

Sometimes I just feel that it's unfair,
That God's balance beam
Is just too narrow,
That I can't hold on,
That I'm falling,
I'm falling back down to Earth,
Just like a modern-day
Lucifer

Then you catch me,
You hold on,
You're gripping me tightly and your hair's in my face,
And I'll never fall,
'Cause,
You're my counter-weight;

Yeah,

It's us against the world...

The problem, I realize,
Is that the way
I protect myself
From the innermost pain
Is the same way
I protect myself
From the innermost pleasure.