Praxis! I'm kicking scripts booting habits degrading potential status Flowing about matters with love and manners well above and beyond Typical standards, paving hope in eyes opened through ears with phrases Praised and cheered for steering clear from being caught in fear Crowds used, abused by powers to fuse and keep near Chosen threats branded danger devoured - excavated, slander of a coward For the true nature seen as one to speak with care but ends slain Pushing for a life lived - deemed to be fair, bared-alive - well, unsurprised.. Scoping minds mobbing steady with agenda's in disguise Civil legislative rights terminating prized wills crowned Driving crowds down astray paths, paved to drown Speaking facts out of mouths heard by ears, fed to feed ongoing public fear.. Expression based on knowledge of Self in the name of Love is how i March! A father in the war a mother treating injuries in scores To be taken care for, gave me visions of a dream Harsh left realities gave me scenes in visions unseen left to play a part deemed Pushing me to leave the rich city scene w/ thoughts in mind Held for those in time to build supreme , through the music of the common good I'm achieving through the speaking of the foreseen Earning fame building cream through the pushing for a change In the land of the rich where the living's strange, and Arraigned leaders end slain upon accounted crowds attained Marching righteously to-pave the way for gains
Alike the pious, left with summed results in povert gains Prized money made with immoral shame, callings of a change stalling for a sweater A framed portrait, commended brave-remembered better Deemed a threat, the same framed to rise above the weather Spoken visions of the one and only credited yet unembedded Left to spread left yet unfed, unregretted til the love is breaded On its way all just to let it melt. in. the. hearts. of. the. ones. with. the. love It's the political lies to keep us on the edge of seats The disguised they keep us from, to keep us feeling weak The d**h of a mother with a young son, another son Dead by what slained the first one, another souls flown above Leaving emotions hung, fading back on memories To reminisce on words spoken in the last week Hard to swallow, even harder to breathe When left with sorrows birthing misery breeding travesty Embedding tragic thoughts of the tragedy It couldn't be, shouldn't be, third thought 'it should've been me'.... What was left to come breaks the heart the most What hadn't yet been done leaves you feeling most gross But it's the power in the strength of loss that Boosts the soul towards your righteous course Through the struggles and the hardships, you uplift For what you feared before experienced, left you delirious Soon to turn for conversations of the serious with whom Would experience the same to take away your dearest... So I tell you once again that we are OnE