in any situation these are my intentions
disregard popular information, make my own opinions
make only just, honest, and loving decisions
make music out of nothing, then i share my inventions
never trust those who seek or have power
never follow those who call themselves leader
pay no attention to minutes and hours
if i don't do it now i probably won't do it later
and i will not attempt to satisfy my vanity
and i am not afraid of losing my sanity
i will get lost in the careless calamity
i will not fear or wait for my death
i will enjoy every single breath
working extra hard when i'm hungry and tired
i'll still be working when there is nothing left
whether i realize my dreams or i wake uninspired
i will not squander these days i'm alive
i cease to struggle and commence to thrive
i refuse to make honey or return to the hive
but if you ask me for four, man, i'll give you five
i am never never ending with every moment that i begin
i am just a guest in this earth and in this skin
whatever troubles i happen to get in
i hope that i at least enjoy my sins
i will be aware of the government spin
when man goes to war, nobody wins
every single person on this planet is my kin
there is only us, there is no them
i have no color, no number, no name
i don't seek money or power or fame
i seek the reason for which i came
the question, the answer, is it one in the same?
my blood is the ocean, my breath is the sky
my thoughts are the stars, each morning i die
and i prayed the page these words that i cry
and i will not worship the things that i buy
i will open up my heart and my mind and my home
i'll sing a song strong wherever i roam
i keep good company even when i'm alone
i'll seek and serve a purpose between the womb and the tomb
i'll seek and serve a purpose between the womb and the tomb
i'll seek and serve a purpose between the womb and the tomb
it don't matter what you do or who you know
life just ain't gonna last, no, no
when you're feeling blue, moves too slow
when you're having fun, don't it move too fast
too fast
man is the maker of many things
he thinks and he dreams, he creates and he sings
he studied the bird and he made his own wings
he is no puppet dangling by strings
nor is he now at the end of his proverbial rope
i've suffered great pains to bring y'all this hope
some of my brothers, man, they can't even cope
thinking that life is just a steep, slippery, slope
but there's no destination only constant arrivals
there is nothing but death and survival
this sermon is both futuristic vision and revival
it is also the bread i plan to break with my rivals
this drivel is not a trifle
it packs more punch than a sawed-off rifle
this is a pious riot not a righteous recital
words are wasted, guns are worshiped like idols
my brother is caught like a shot in a rut
he never pays attention to his heart or a gut
hoping that the door to his cage stays shut
he dreams about something but he doesn't know what
he practiced mediocrity instead of creativity
keeps blood-ties with hypocrisy, long conversations with pity
agorophobic in the country, claustraphobic in the city
he forgot about all beauty, now he follows pity
he spits in his dreams like they were hungry crows
he hates the sky and the wind that blows
he hates the earth and all things that grow
and all he cares is his favorite tv show
he hates the sun, the moon, the rain, the snow
he hates the oceans motion and the river and its flow
he hates all things that are fast or slow
he says he knows everything that there is to know
he has no appreciation for poetry or prose
his wife would probably leave him if he didn't buy her clothes
and her shoes and her eyes and her breasts and her nose
and they go to church with a neon crucifix, glows
his children they play with sex and guns
g.i. joe and barbies, but they're expected to become
everybody playing stupid, feeling stupid and numb
what are we doing? what have we done?
open up your heart and your mind and your home
sing a song strong wherever you roam
and keep good company even when you're alone
and seek and serve a purpose between the womb and the tomb
and seek and serve a purpose between the womb and the tomb
seek and serve a purpose between the womb and the tomb
it don't matter what you do or who you know
life just ain't gonna last, no, no
when you're feeling blue, moves too slow
when you're having fun, don't it move too fast
too fast
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