I believe in the promise honestly sometimes I struggle to keep it there’s truth beneath it I guess it's obvious I believe in music. I believe in art if we started together, how did we get so far apart? I believe in the youth props to those standing strong only believing in the truth best believe it aint easy the nightly news is proof respect neglected, breath congested in every section I believe in perfection, I know I'm not there yet but I believe I can change, not gonna despair yet I believe in the kingdom and in the songs the choir sings even though I can't sing 'em voices divine I believe in the next step we’re taking after this I believe in hope, I believe in happiness I believe in hip-hop – it's been like a brother to me the best thing he taught me is how to paint pictures of my life for others to see to believe in being me trapped in my own conscience I believe in being free a student of the universe, I believe in science believe when we get knocked down we gotta keep trying I believe there's a reason for everything we go through I believe without seeing believe in being everything we're supposed to I believe in believing concede that I don't know all the answers but one day I hope to I believe in the feeling I get when holding this mic like I’m speaking to heaven, or what I’m hoping it’s like believe we’ve chosen this life, believe we’re older in spirit believe me I can relate, it takes faith over fear and I believe in success, I believe in failing both essential to unveiling our potential as kings, queens, and all the rest just being here we're blessed I believe you would be beautiful... even fully dressed I believe it’s time to move on we’ve spent long enough believing The Great Deception the new direction is up the new weapon is trust in the war against mental terrorism they’re everywhere with it - I’m looking where it isn’t I believe in us believe we can do it, believe we’re coming through it that’s my story and I’m sticking to it I believe in matter under mind I believe in beats... you know I believe in rhyme I believe in the revolution and what it’s about I believe in evolution – we're evolving right now I believe in creation, what you’re hearing is evidence she told me about forever and I’ve believed ever since I believe in the light though darkness is the present company sitting in the midst of it I believe in standing for something even if you don’t believe me but if you do, let me know when you see me

you are now rocking with the best emcee you never heard of check this out ladies - don’t pull your shirt up! gentlemen, don’t ask the ladies to shake something settle down take a breath before you break something who's that man behind the curtain? it's not your father’s hip-hop, that’s for certain it's your new summertime jam it kinda makes you wonder who I am on a plane so fly that I’m never gonna land it I’m outstanding - in the rain with the other 3 people who understand it I guess its rock it science my name is qwiet so I should rock it in silence but silence wont stop the violence and critics wont stop me ‘til I’m taking panoramic shots of paparazzi yall look good, snap, snap bring your hands together clap, clap right now, I'm on top of the world ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls right now, I'm on top of the world this right here it's what happens when music meets the truth it's rather amazing at times, other times it feels useless flowing about the level I wanna be at when all they wanna know about is celebrities in rehab or which club they’re gonna meet at not gonna lie, that didn't feel right, decided I couldn’t be that but I could be this, I could be anything and the harder it is, the more to me it’ll mean deep in a dream I saw the vision come true didn’t want to come to, flashbacks of lighter times in my room writing rhymes while my peers were in more altered states than this country’s first hundred years so it’s no surprise I’m altering landscapes in a world phonier than Hollywood handshakes a glimpse of authenticity, a mainstream traitor it’s not a good time to get me, maybe later this is how it sounds before it all pays off get on the bandwagon now or be left on the ground when it all takes off this the shining you got about a minute left to make up your mind in I’m too gospel, I’m not gospel enough I rock ‘em too hard, I don’t rock ‘em enough either way I lose, unless you choose to walk a mile in my shoes two lefts with no laces still going places, wearing through the soles I can feel the pavement but the hope on their faces is enough to keep recording observations for the Cambrian Soul this world aint what I wanted I’m making it so 3 decades of patience, I’m taking it slow better than I’ve ever been, got a long way to go but that’s all for now, peace, ciao, please say it aint so

they did it to me they’re gonna do it to you they did it to me they’re gonna do it to you they did it to me they’re gonna do it to you it’ll be sweet when we hit ‘em with the truth verse 1 (Playdough) they hated Him they're gonna hate you if they're loving a lie they're gonna hate truth let em feel let em hear and see they do need some grace how long did it take you? there's no love for Him there's no love for me but I got love for them learning my enemy really aint that different than I was seen a mirror and they look just like us help me to see them like you saw them to heal them, love, touch them and call them to shake that stench of death right off them to carry my cross daily and often let it soften my heart, let's sink the truth in wisdom and understanding introduced then one heart, one love, one way but there's only one truth and we gon' know one day verse 2 (Qwiet) hit ‘em with rhythm, rock with a cause mixed with a little hip-hop renaissance get em with deliberate thoughtful response and dudes stop in their tracks... men-o-pause chances I succumb and let this dumb stuff get me about one in a hundred... million fifty hungry for substance, something to lift me becoming the covenant jump if you’re with me naughty by nature, nice by design stalwart cadence, tight with the rhyme in all that is sacred, life intertwined in the darkness of pavement the light gonna shine nodding your head and stomping your feet it's proof that the haters can’t stop the proceedings truth is unchanging can’t control-alt-delete it sooner or later we’re all gonna see it verse 3 (Theory Hazit) if the truth hurts then it's nothing but pain in my verse word is truth sets you free from bondage, the massive key is Jesus, he freed us the absolute truth is he'll never leave us only lead us to carry out the truth we doing that in or out the booth whether it's church or club I hit it with that raw uncut no soda wise like Yoda, yep faith comes by hearing the word and if it's presented right it's dope when it's heard a lot of yall rappers wanna splurge wanna receive but you never serve never look for the world to approve they hated Christ so they gonna hate you too verse 4 (Qwiet) hit ‘em with rhythm, rock with a cause mixed with a little hip-hop renaissance get em with deliberate thoughtful response and dudes stop in their tracks... men-o-pause chances I succumb and let this dumb stuff get me about one in a hundred... million fifty hungry for substance, something to lift me becoming the covenant jump NOW

this is for the girl who just got in another fight with her parents another night just staring at the ceiling feeling like there's no one that really cares if she's there or not she's got friends and enemies, trends and envy, gets compared a lot for the girl under pressure her boyfriend will think less if she doesn't sext him the message about to give it all up man these boys and man these poisons so many choices & voices - why is it on us? for any girl that ever thought she didn't fit in or was mocked for religion, or ever thought to stop living for the girl so rich that she'd sport nothing short of a Benz for the girl so poor she couldn't afford the rims for the girl by the candlelight trying to hold the camera right gotta get the angle right this facebook candid has gotta be off the handle right? things would be grand if like she only had the life this is for the jealous for the wannabe Bellas, Britneys, Kardashians Kate Middletons, Beyonces soul surfers and soul searchers wondering about the whole purpose of this so-called life what's my sole purpose? nothing ever goes right for the girl reading the script on the elliptical at LA Fitness til they close for the girl buying clothes like they're going out of style for the girl running alone for the girl coming home that hasn't been home in a while lift your head lift your eyes to the sky it spells your name lift your feet your heart, and start to believe you're meant to dream big dreams for every awkward stance at every awkward dance every awkward glance longing for him to approach her but he just walks past with friends, put the cap on the lens the last song ends and the last door closes for any girl hoping for roses but getting dirt hoping to be noticed or hoping to get over getting hurt this is for the unspoken, for the ones broken just trying to hold on to hope when things are only getting worse for the girl going through a divorce the wife or the daughter, for the girl with no father no prospects and no options for the locker room girl, for the thoughtful girl for every been through a lot girl (I see you) for the single mom pushing the stroller uphill both ways she knows pain she holds face but still she's fighting back tears, been a mighty bad year dreams as a child never looked quite like what I have here for the girl with regrets, neglecting self-respect for the girl giving everything until she's got nothing left for the girl reminiscing on what could have been for the girl settling cuz there's not enough good men for the girl with the perfect life husband and kids, everything working right for the girl that's wondering if that stuff exists this is for the lonely for the girl searching for something and wondering what that something is I'm only a man I can only imagine what you go through just want you to understand this image - there's no limit to the finish that you can go to what if I told you that you hold the torch? you're the source, you're the lantern to hold men to a higher standard you hold the power in this stampede through the orchard you're the hope for the flowers you're the sunshine you're the rain you make everything more beautiful without you music wouldn't be musical poems wouldn't be poetic you set the tone you possess strength you've never known, forever glowing like a precious stone in the evening, the best achievement of eden when I say you're never alone - I really mean it when you're dreaming keep believing it'll be true keep the persistence, conviction, and the vision to see it through keep improving on yourself, know that every time you are wishing you were someone else, someone's wishing to be you so take control and own it one day he's gonna ask you to dance and when he does he'll be worthy of the moment time frozen like a broken iphone and on some Jill Scott notion living life like it's golden you are amazing i wish i could put a mirror in the sky so you can see you when you're star gazing shining your divine nature, you're fine aint you? in his greatest landscapes Monet couldn't paint you I admire your radiance, hope you never hold it back when they come to attack it I guess the plan is to damage the perfect workmanship your body is a temple they attempt to burn it down so there's nothing left to worship in these words inadequate to say nothing exceeds you I'm sorry it's way long, that's how much time that I needed to explain why I believe in you, I hope that you proceed to stay strong and be you please, we need you

I can't dance I can’t sing I can’t get my voice right no matter what I choose I just can’t get the choice right I've made mistakes that I can't come back from aint got what it takes - don't even have some i can't forgive, I can't forget what they told me can’t live, I’m scared to death, please hold me gotta do the same thing that everyone else is I can’t help myself I’m so helpless I don't want to stand out, I just want fit in I don't want to stand up, much simpler to sit in feel like I got a gift, I’m afraid to unveil it I can’t take the chance though - I’m too afraid of failing I can never love again cuz I was once heart broke want to learn to make art, heard it's too late to start though life is so hard, all I got is problems I'll stall any day to find any way to solve em one life to life, one life to lose one life to win, one life to choose no excuses I’m from the side of the tracks where nobody makes it matter of fact forget it I think I’m just gonna get wasted I’m just not wired right - got a short circuit I'm too tired and I've decided that life's just not worth it I'm the great no hope, my folks didn't have much you know hard times and such - that's my crutch I'm from a small town i can't do big things don't follow me I don't want to be - it stings I can't get off this couch please stop nagging me I keep eating and sleeping and reading these magazines I can’t evolve dog, i'm too set in my ways I spend most all of my nights just kinda... regretting my days I can’t ball I can't call I don't talk right I can’t run a marathon - I don’t walk right my chance to fly, I'll walk right by it I can’t speak to the world cuz I’m too quiet bobbing and weaving, check the intensity believing even with all odds stacked against me a living legend present, capable of anything transcendent, unbreakable if anything more than human genome I’m a human phenom a mutant mix of twisted physics, this is my theme song the course I be on, something divine the darkest horse in the race, coming from behind yeah I’m a long shot, so was Joan of Arc, David Buster Douglas, team USA - 1980 do you believe in miracles or make them happen? do you make your fait or just take it as fait would have it they’ve never seen a passion quite like mine they’ve never seen a moment of truth last a lifetime pressure is just the stage heroes that get amped on time fades... we close like champions

my first breath the first step toward immortality the second step escaping the second death like a play in the big game with only seconds left the past can't intercept the future formality before the emcee the beat was made fresh the crowd blessed as the Word was made flesh the creator and mediator of the new covenant in him was life and the life was the light of man and we can shine because of it 3 magnitudes of luminosity to choose part carbon, part heart, part philosophy started hard-hearted the hardest part sparked my curiosity how could 6 days equal 15 billion years? how could rising mist equal 6 billion children here? its becoming clear, consider relativity consider eternal life, consider captivity envisioned vividly - the imagery of an artist parting light and darkness in the 11th hour harvest stardust is breathing there’s gotta be a reason all receive the light is his own time in his season since the garden was seeded eastward in eden life is half what you make it, half what you believe in these poems sown in weakness, raised in power phoned home, promised to be home by the final hour the fog rolls vision limited darkness inhibiting making my way by faded street lights holdin on, going on through sour days and sweet nights these scarred knuckles mark some pretty sweet fights protection of freedom what it amounts to hearken the deception or hearken the counsel a third ignored the warning, woke up with the son of the morning by afternoon began the swoon it happened soon the eternal atrocity, terminal velocity intact no parachute can soften the impact (ouch) that’s gotta smart if you had a body that would probably leave a mark the children of light fight through the dark these arcs of life just part of a perfect circle that ends where it starts these are the generations of hope hoping a generation is relating to the pages that I quote hope in the promise made that we know wont be broken hope in the atonement now and when the heavens open many are called few are chosen - few choose to the answer the call let it ring off the hook but to let us off the hook one answered them all and that bond will never cease - the bond of perfectness and peace every ear shall hear, every knee shall bow every tongue shall confess, I know the purpose now I know the rationale, know what this life is all about shouting from rooftops, boomboxes loud we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed the trumpet sounds, things around here will never be the same the day we wake and we can say we made it then the dust returns to the earth and the spirit unto God who gave it

he crawls back to his feet, he's gotta keep running scraped knees, no retreat, these enemies is cunning keeps looking over his shoulder to see if he can see 'em coming it's getting colder and dusk is upon him dried tears and distressed facial features blood crusted jeans and a sweat-stained t-shirt throat dry... thirsty, a migrane, a fever and a fractured femur only some of the ways that he hurts dark alleys, stark contrasts mini-marts, parks, and valleys mark the tally on the contract thought he was far beyond that his heart rallies but it just sparks the combat seeking freedom, he ends up in scuffles torment and threats what he gets for his troubles shoes wet from all the stepping in puddles he tries to yell out for help but it just gets muffled he treads ahead but he just gets the feeling he's trying to reach the ceiling in an escher building or get rescued in a section the rest were killed in worse yet he doesn't get if he's the villian or the hero all he knows for sure is losing his pursuers now he's moving through a forest not certain but the bird chirping seems recorded every tree arranged like a bouquet from a florist pictured home, then it became one interweaved like a scene from 'What Dreams May Come' that black cat he passed - was that the same one? gasps as he grasps that he's right back where he came from world spinning around him folding up old memories surround him broken silence - who let the sound in? oh, cover blown, somehow they found him whipped and imprisoned by misinformation it's his own conscience they hit him in the face with looking grim vision tinted with hatred just then he remembers a glitch in the matrix if he can just resist the tricks he can make it move with the blueprint, wait to escape it the next chance he gets he takes it breaks free from the pain and chains that they had him constrained in heads for the mountains, the past behind him with every inch in elevation he's gaining strength, climbing rising to heights so high they can never find him brighter and brighter the sky is shining above the clouds smells the air hears the trumpet sees the glory, his story triumphant feeling the rush from being something in the masterpiece, can't believe he's the one that's in the scene when the camera pans through 360 degree panoramic view and a wide-angle lens to understand it through comprehends there's nothing he can't do so peaceful, he can make amends now sees the reasons things make sense now every time up he's swinging for the fence now now he knows what's up and why it went down illumination like the type that could lead you the light unlike the kind that you could read to it was when he saw what lied within him that he knew heartbeat is more than rhythm we bleed to so beautiful, so painful so tumultuous, so tranquil so overwhelmed, so thankful the door was open, and he came through looking back, the adventure, the searching with a different perspective to observe it all the imperfections, it was perfect hectic, stakes was high, it was worth it oh.. another test, what about it? now he sees every endeavor as another challenge nothing better when they sweat him and they doubt him whenever they bet against him you can count it he made it out and he's never going back in stepping up first in line when it happens this time more answering, less asking the grime is nothing when the shine is everlasting any road, any given intersection these waterfalls, a living reflection winds of change just giving him direction same life, a different inflection same show, a whole new venue new faces in the crowd, new events to attend to no limits this journey can't extend to and what happens next - to be continued...

oh, no, uh uh fooled by illusions oh, no, uh uh confused by illusions oh, no, uh uh these stupid illusions no, no, i wont be fooled On a silk persian rug they found her comatose heartbeat stolen by a drug overdose the outcome obvious but no one could stop it money not an object parties, sex and shopping she was living the life, living the dream but it seems the dream ever means ampehtamines todays train wreck yesterdays big thing queen of the big screen at sweet sixteen at every premiere they flocked for blocks to see her every teenage girl in the world wanted to be her lights, camera, action, she’s giddy it's actually happening she’s traveling to the city nothing this hot could ever veer cold at the end remembered, she was eleven years old told her dad and mom "I’d give my life to be famous" sadly ironic that statement she made is welcome to the show I promise its all real and what's not my boss got to me promise to conceal come on and take a tour of movie star homes, see the movie star clones this here is broken dreams avenue-- oops I mean Hollywood boulevard the sky is a little dark but the sidewalk is full of stars here's last resort drive, or Laurel Canyon go north to abandon any moral companion they come with such high hopes for Cali end up down low in the San Fernando Valley wait… I mean they live happily ever after you and you and you, you could all be famous actors we promise happiness now isn’t that nice? your soul is for sale and we’ll give you half price if we could give you less, hey, we probably would hooray for hollywood can I take your coat? i'll take your dignity too here's my business card but you won't really need it cuz by the end of the evening it'll be imprinted in you sit back, relax, and enjoy the hors d'oeuvres for the main course we got a smorgasbord music awards, assorted billboards, primetime innuendo movies as raunchy as possible it won't taste great, let's pretend though later we can play some video games too I got this great new game - you peep the size of these pockets the greatest shock divided by the least common denominator equals profits just watch the watch you are getting sleepy every dark slumber is a credit card number ask me how high when I say quick jump! ...seedy executive fist-bump

getting nice, nothing like what yall heard move your hands to the left, to the right, put 'em high if yall concur find the light let it shine so bright that the night’s insecure true to life when the mic unites with the mind you got my word verse 1 (Braille) when I jump on the track better saddle up I leave toe tags on the cut notepads filled up with the goodness flow with my foot loose, proclaim the good news this is my gift I put it to use I use words put em on beats I choose words wisely cuz the blind lead the blind so often and in my heart been soften the enemy is stalking to see who he can put in the coffin and I'm sick with it my symptom is hard to diagnose it's not simple but the harder man is sinful so let's start this, start arguing many are just starving for attention they'd rather gain acceptance I already learned my lesson my word is meant to be a refreshment but it's all about perspective it could be a bitter blessing but in the end I wanna see you sitting in the winning section verse 2 (Manchild) you got my word and the ones that follow close by pushed together spelling freedom can't see it with the closed eye blind to the fact of the matter for their whole lives yelling my word with the attitude that don't lie this is both sides flipped to the opposite playing the wall politics not stating the obvious whatever party is poppin is where my body is keeping it really is not about how hard you live see that's the farthest low rent regardless the word is love direct to where the heart is my arrow strike in the middle part of the target and little by little I'll touch enough of this market place my deposit on words and life living to my people got a feeling they're locked in life's prison I'm kickin it straight and I'm willing to say it's my word but I'll give it away verse 3 (Qwiet) let me state for the record, first things first mics were definitely hurt in the recording of this verse equations and functions, can’t be making assumptions about the basic instructions before leaving Earth so I’m asserting certainties, serving these words fervently furthering the movement of making movements and discerning what the moves meant, they say man can dude vent it’s how I make change with my two cents the dusk of hip-hop - not enough light are there too many emcees and not enough mics or too many mics and not enough nice emcees? no question we got plenty with degenerate rhyme disease speaking tongues of nonsense and irreverance like the parents of the fresh prince I just don’t understand how you can sit and slander those that stand for something while you’re trapped in the back of uncle sam’s undies know it sounds harsh, those are the facts though someday America will grow a backbone Ventura Boulevard to back home backyards back to Montana back roads backgammon and back hoes a back-load of sentiment for the benefit of strangers medicine for language consonants constantly sick, vowels afflicted verbs disturbed by the sound of nouns sentences build we get ill

please pardon the interruption of corruption consumption the coming eruption is a function of necessity a pungent amongst em I summon the gumption to dump the assumption that I bump junk incessantly your dilligent pillaging, willingly kill a being if it brings a million things philosophy a silly thing your skill is the ability to kill responsibility? quite the atrocity is that honestly the best you can do? you rock like mediocrity got the best of you don’t you ever stop and give a second thought to the nonsense plot you’re attesting to? we stay sedated, faithfully awaiting the day we're escaping from the quagmire wonder what it’ll take to break the embrace but for now contemplate the satire if I say something dumb hollar back ok shake something fast or just clap ok? No idea what I’m saying but that‘s ok sumthing sumthin sumthin, rap cliché! the honeys and the moneys they stack I say was high when I wrote this I have to say drink something foul so you can act that way grunt, shout, rap cliché! if I say something dumb hollar back ok something dumb... ok don't mind if my rhymes are all wack ok? yada yada yada, rap cliché! yhe honeys and the moneys they stack I say I was high yo – I know, no way! drink something foul so you can act that way grunt, shout, rap cliché! spinnin them rim and them synonyms dimming 'em enlisting em givin' em a complex of greed subliminally condition em position em with minimum ambition so they consider what they want is need constantly modeling debauchery hit the lobotomy lottery got autonomy on your health gotta be following the popular monotony the solemn anomaly is thinking for yourself lechery, decadence, sex and lies not that perplexnig to conceptualize expensively extenstively secularized we can expect nothing less than perpetual demise let me guess – my epistle is pitiful you're quick to ridicule my train of thought but if you only listen to what they conditioned you I’m confused who's really brainwashed? shake it, twist it, fake it, flaunt it come on, back it up, jump up on it make sure it's tight, or just remove it do something crude or rude or stupid some other nonsense, blah blah ooh ooh la la, goo goo ga ga do a sexy rub and offend someone get sweaty in the club and pretend it's fun

good news, good times, good food, good people good music, good vibes, good moods, good and evil it's good to be here, truly elucidating it feels good to be moving with something so amazing verse 1 (Qwiet) What up yall nice to be with everyone on this lovely evening come from all different cities, one state of mind we’re leaving in being in tune with the music and the message we sense the heavenly when we commune collectively a true story of transformation into believing it from a man into a manifestation of being it the freedom felt being self, nice to meet me where have I been my whole life? I complete me what a marvelous sight to see things as they really are there’s a reason why beauty always seems so familiar just need to be getting up, getting out, getting on speaking peacefully in the moment but don’t get me wrong only after many trials exists this edition of me come what may and love it unconditionally discovering trouble in the hustle not unusual we can’t elude the struggle but we can make the struggle beautiful verse 2 (Maurice) the bigger they come harder they fall sometimes just moving forward in life makes it more difficult everything you see around you has the right to exist some people fight with their minds, others fight with their fists we either write with a twist or get right to the point life equals freedom, but tell me do we fight for a choice? you have a right to a voice you should speak it more frequent you never know the type of people you might be reaching so many praying for evens with odds against them instead of realizing that they're probably blessings I should probably mention I'm a victim of pain I'm from a different world but we're one in the same what I'm really just saying is that life is amazing and often becomes more beautiful after patience it's not a vacation it's just what you fill life with and everyone has choices I choose to fill mine with... verse 3 (Qwiet) refinement and rubbish, the airtime disproportionate ask yourself if there’s money involved – well of course there is this track a little different, you can tell by the sound of it act to counteract the damage to my planet’s countenance it's ok, you can smile, if you don’t want a parent to see you can text message me, that’s colon parentheses meant to be aspiring improving with every day that goes by start being, carpe diem like the saying goes a lot of time spent researching what the purpose is but we need to understand the soul before we go searching it crack the right cases, find the right places to look I don’t know - maybe less facebook and more faces and books like Illmatic "it aint hard to tell" when it’s right – can feel the light, wisdom, truth and intelligence Avatars on this Pandora of possibilities no time to waste, gotta start fulfilling these

I wanna know how it ends tell me how, tell me when How’s it all gonna end? I wanna know how it ends tell me now, tell me when How’s this all gonna end? kindness without orders, doctors without borders earthquake victims healed by hands of philanthropy blood and organ donors enormously important to new owners after a calamity habitat for humanity big brothers big sisters wishes granted amidst prolific damage firemen rising through the ashes policemen taking one for the team what’s the old adage about the crop and the cream? cool green waterfalls under a warm blue sky sunshine after a thunderstorm rainbows, angels in plain clothes faith built to last long the same goes for courageous youth still standing strong animal shelters, stopping for strangers to help them a mother’s welcome to a newborn the joy as she held him felt his heartbeat, gonna help him start sweet impart wisdom, this little infant part heaven, part me helping hands, cancer re-search and rescue prayers answered, many lives is blessed through shows of sincerity, hope and charity in moments of clarity graveyards of bravehearts, died protecting us soldiers stepping up in the allegiance of freedom when we need ‘em epidemics unexpectedly cheated, deadly infections treated death defeated in emergency rooms new energy blooms, conscious of the planet the privilege of living is not taken for granted red cross, united way, unity cultivating community, every day an opportunity donations to build schools, dedicated teachers underappreciated victors, unsung victories math science and history social studies show that what our children know is how far everybody goes good reports, good sports athletes volunteering at childrens hospitals anything's possible after visits from heroes citizens bureaus organizing for good neighbors rising in the hood doing everything they could going above and beyond paying it forward nothing short of the importance we agree on just one of those days when it all feels right rest your head on the pillow and enjoy a peaceful night face in her hands crying a grandmother stood mourning anything but a good morning global warming looms taste the rainforest fumes typhoons and monsoons, lewd media consumed selling sex explicitly, multibillion dollar porn industry buildings fall, the concrete grieves for what is done abandoned children call for anyone corrupt governments ignoring immortal imprints stooped in defiance nuclear giants, ethical infants lost in holocaust men of pride and genocide drug lords above laws let all the peasants die dog fighting, smog stifling fraudulent white collar stock titans all licensed for greed seeds of ignorance grow into jungles of hatred once glorious paintings now jumbled and faded humble and sacred disgraced, believing is blasphemy underhanded strategy, family dismantling conditions diminishing hippocritical politicians petitioning for positions of power money the mission in the seedy coalition every time I watch television I feel like I need a shower economy bottoming, a lot of following and gossiping wallowing in shame but we’re probably gonna claim nonchalance - today’s common response to the crisis too many invasive surgeries, now spineless sober slightly, drunk driving stuff that what was once thunk of highly now highly unlikely oil spills, black beaches the turmoil builds attacks frequent treaty and contract breaches kids trained to kill in the middle east kids trained to kill in the middle of our streets on city blocks stray shots spray the playgrounds little kids playing hopscotch drop and stay down terrorists concoct plots of bombing nations noxious thoughts and communication, secret combinations innocence shaken by promiscuity breaking the promise of beauty chastity hastily chastened chasing illusions in the wake of confusion profusion of lust rapists slither in seclusion flesh peddlers sell girls, collusion unforgiven slaves of prostitution, masters of perdition aids, brain tumors, wars and rumors of wars the whole earth in commotion, men’s hearts are failing them the assailing of anything pure, virtuous and lovely the free reign of the hurtful and ugly something aint right it’s no secret what it is we can all feel it, we can all see what it did a timeless people but in this world we gotta live in the fight of good and evil something’s gotta give the earth burned, every corruptible thing consumed the elements melted, the most virtuous exhumed rise and shine as the brightness of the firmament it’s finally time to take flight and they’re deserving it out with the old all things shall become new dreams comes true, freedom becomes you lost notes back on the beat, rhythm restored glory in four words - the kingdom is yours after all the trials and tribulation in the last dispensation the powers of heaven shall be shaken the sun hides it’s face and the moon without light stars hurled from their places, faces of amazement tears of joy nothing to fear though about to hear the real mccoy so lend me an ear yo offended countrymen, romans and friends make amends the suffering ends when the king descends all come forth from the four quarters of the earth to observe the birth, the millenial dawn divine deliverance drawn, a portrait of transformation upon the canvas of the emancipation undergone no longer pawns in the great deception we’re stronger now, we honor the great redemption whatever a man shall ask, it shall be given to him infinite knowledge and wisdom instantly given through him no sorrow, no illness, no death touch the stillness, take a breath behold the brilliance with darkness destroyed the ministering of angels, gravediggers unemployed in the barren deserts pools of living water brothers and sisters, sons and daughters relying on trust, the lion lay with the lamb harmony in Zion, none can stay his hand swords to plowshares, no one about theirs no war, no temptation, no enemy out there the enmity of all flesh shall cease he’s bound, it’s the world renowned thousand years of peace then one final night the dark armies gather for one final fight and get jettisoned as outer darkness denizens again heaven wins the millennium ends and forever begins

pull the plug, shut it down surrender the mic, cut the sound pack it all up, cut it out drop the pen, you're done now rinse the brush, close the book say goodbye but you don't get to look 3rd quarter 5 minutes left... game over but I'm just trying to make this go how am I gonna explain this though how am I supposed to sail the boat when I'm just trying to stay afloat the more I paddle the more I'm drowning the more I scream the worse I'm sounding gasping for breath if I have any left how come all my aspirations gotta be like exaspirations patience always masquerading promise always has me waiting always gotta stop to eat always gotta stop and sleep this body trapping my soul let me go all the aces I'll never show all the places I'll never go all the pages I'll never know all the amazing I'll never behold so much life I want to live so much left I gotta give, tragically I'm out of time - my point exactly all i got all my hope my strength my soul it's never enough all i got all my hope my strength my soul it's never enough always waking me when I'm dreaming always draining me of any meaning berating me from the corner of my screen and chasing me to another meeting always two steps ahead of me I try to step cleverly but these shoes I can't fill hurry up! ... stand still running in place jumping hurdles faster and faster they come hurtful while you just sit there and observe it 1 through 12 just going in circles in such a cowardly way - you're so redundant 24 hours in a day? I need about a hundred every minute every second just submitting to the pressure sitting sifting through the wreckage of another stupid checklist my burdens provoking me it feels like time is choking me a rope necklace so relentless get up out of bed then off to work I wish I could stop this clock work take a rock and smash those hands make them ticks and tocks hurt see what power the hour has after I shatter the hourglass the sand drops I stand and watch the worst three words - wait and see living in a blur of latency changing the world is breaking me but breaking free is changing me gotta keep moving forward my people - moving for em let's see some new horizons new forms rising shake em and make em wonder what just hit em in the face like an uppercut faithful as the sun coming up at the end of the day another comes I kinda find it kinda stunning it kinda reminds me of something the world churns... the world turns and it'll still be turning when i'm ninety still be burning still be grinding still be searching still be finding still be learning still be shining the numbers on the stopwatch same as the numbers on the hopscotch so whether it's race or a game it just depends on the arrangement I guess the better perspective is to sweat and make the best of it forever holds the rest of it when I go i'm leaving everything if there's one thing I know it is no matter how dark the street I got hope in it as long as I got a heartbeat I'm gonna flow with it everybody go home take your coats and your phones and your sno-cones freeze the memories with one last photo dance in slo-mo chant the oh-ohs ... oh-oh!