I have to wonder, am I offering my best?/ While I’m sitting, sipping coffee, doing laundry in my nest./ See, I have read Pedagogy of the Oppressed,/ And, afterwards, I watched pornography and got some rest./ And, trust me… I understand the irony/ That while I criticize it I reside within society./ And though I try to be a pirate for the cause,/ I realize that I am a fraud, I am a cog./ I am a fine man, but I am flawed./ Caught up in a prob-a-lem that I have not solved./ And see, it angers me… that I’ve been crafted/ Into an antagonist, a natural assassin./ As in, I am a murderer of unicorns./ Slew the whole herd by virtue of being human born./ And do you know what that reputation can do to you?/ It can convince a man his life is just a funeral./ It can convince a man to work inside a cubicle,/ And waste away just watching Scooby Doo and solving Rubix Cubes,/ Eating food that looks like it was brewed in sewage tubes./ And who are you? The nudist getting laughed at?/ Are you the clueless and confused human lab rat?/ Or better yet, shit, maybe you’re the scientist/ Who once upon a time decided he would divide his kids./ And I don’t give a shit, whichever one you are…/ I just want us all to understand we play a part./ We are an instrument. This is an art./ Are we gonna live it? Will we give it all we are?/ Make a decision. This is how it starts./ Things get built, and things fall apart./ We are an instrument. This is an art./ Are we gonna live it? Will we give it all we are?/ Make a decision. This is how it starts./ Things get built, and things fall apart./ We are an instrument. This is an art./ Are we gonna live it? Will we give it all we are?/ Make a decision. This is how it starts./ Things get built, then things fall apart./

I am the remnants of a slowly dying middle class./ I have a headful of these questions that I wish I’d ask./ I sit in class as I fidget in the plastic seat,/ Hungover and hungry, bout to pass out from the heat./ We study Greece, the forming of the modern man,/
 Study all the laws, and the flaws, and the contraband./ We study God, we study Plato’s Hologram,/ And all that I can think about is all of this will fall again./ Call it a trend… I tend to call it destiny./ It all must end to ascend into a better peace./
 And the survivors will rebuild from the ashes,/ Though most of us will certainly die before it happens./ And that’s sad… it’s really fucking tragic,/ 
 But only half as sad as all the madness on this planet./ 
See, we’re all savages, acting like we’re civilized./ We’re all suffering, I witness it within their eyes./ 
 And if I die for my children and their children’s sake,/
 Then that is fine, because living is a give and take./ This isn’t fake, this is bigger than your city state,/
 Bigger than addiction, this is bigger than religion, race,/ Your situation, your place, or all the million ways/ That ignorant and powerful people use to disintegrate./ This isn’t hate. This is faith. This is ancient love,/ That has been given a face and a sacred tongue./ And so I wait for it patiently every day because/ I realize we’re sleeping, but it’s safe to say we’re waking up./ This isn’t hate. This is faith. This is ancient love,/ That has been given a face and a sacred tongue./ And so I wait for it patiently every day because/ I realize we’re sleeping, but it’s safe to say we’re waking up./ This isn’t hate. This is faith. This is ancient love,/ That has been given a face and a sacred tongue./ And so I wait for it patiently every day because/ I realize we’re sleeping, but it’s safe to say we’re waking up./ We’re waking up.../ We’re waking up.../ We’re waking up.../
 They say the same as above lives below,/ But I don’t really know how they know./ One day I asked ‘em, and they didn’t have an answer,/ So I’m starting to think that they don’t./ They say the same as above lives below,/ But I don’t really know how they know./ One day I asked ‘em, and they didn’t have an answer,/ There’s a thin line between Faith & Hope./

Uh... Fuck... Uh... I'm Exhausted…/  I've been accosted by the cost of it./  The little voice that lingers always mocking my accomplishments./  Is an accomplice in helpin me toss it all away./  I wish that I could tell you something positive, but not today./  All I can say is maybe one day we'll be friends,/  But today it aint nothin other than a means to an end,/  A feelin of spent. Like "What is real? What's invented?"/  I'm honest, so I usually answer revealing questions./  Yes men bendin their backs for cheddar stacks/  Better check the facts before they end up bent into a casket./  And I'm a stagnant bad news magnet/ Who's been stranded on a planet made a taboos and bad checks./  While fat chicks be having bad sex for money,/  I'ma kick back and just keep laughin at what's funny./  Like, Dummy! Gettin drunk playin Gin Rummy,/  Rubbin my tummy, just tryna get a bite while I'm hungry./  Some feast on the young and the weak,/ And then they wonder why we have such fucked up streets./  Yo, I'm upbeat, but my tongues in my cheek/  When I tell ya that it's all love y'all, and it's all peace./  Please cease, and just take a second to breathe deep to release/  All the diseases that we've eaten.../ Because they taste like shit…/ So the next time that you're barely awake, starin in space,/  I dare you to experiment, to care and engage./  I said, I dare you to replace your vacant face with curiosity,/  To honestly express your emotions and your philosophy./  Too often we allow ourselves to get lost in monotony/  When all we need to do is set out thoughts free with the lock and key./  Awkwardly we walk the halls and streets of our forgotten dreams/  Without takin the time to stop and speak about the God we seek. / But talk is cheap… yeah, and action is expensive,/  So offer deeds with passionate and accurate intentions./  Do you get it, the fact that life is your responsibility?/  The fact that if you willingly contribute then you will succeed?/  Til the land until the seed is planted, and you will receive/  The everlasting fruit, if you can manage not to kill the tree./  I dare you… to plunge into the dungeons of infinity,/  To listen to the wispy little whispers of the mystery,/  To twist within in the winds of wisdom's softly shifting symphony,/ To give to me a brittle piece of what you strive to live to be./  Simply said, a symptom of life is death,/  And I damn sure don't wanna die with piles of regrets./  So I stress, the message that I spread is a test,/  It's a challenge to the hands that are full of the wet cement./  Don't waste it, never settle for second best./  Make life sacred, invest every breath./  Because lately, I'm tryna be a pilot on a violent sea,/  Tryna see, but it seems my eyes are only blinding me./  The irony! I've been tryna find my bride to be,/  Tryna find the lover and the brother and the guide in me,/  Tryna find the side of me that strives for my sobriety./  The side of me that silently complies with my society/  Is dying quick, lyin in a pile of shit,/  And I'm tired of smiling while my light isn't being lit.../

And we just keep goin! Yeah! And we just keep goin! Yeah/ And we just keep goin! And we just keep goin! And we just keep goin! Uh!/ And we just keep goin! Yeah! And we just keep goin! Ha!/ And we just keep goin! And we just keep goin! And we just keep…/ Uh, My name is Gabriel Rima, I fuckin’ rhyme good!/ Why did I decided to even try it? Dawg, I could!/ Was it a poor investment? Was it a bad move?/ That’s a good question, dude, how bout I ask you?/ That’s cute… you actually answered./ Like it matters what you have to say about being a rapper./ Dawg, it’s a passion. Uh! It’s pretty fun./ It’s a god given mission from the sun. My tongue,/ It runs circles in my head when I try ta sleep./ It hops hurdles with led tied around its feet./ I founf a beat, and I wrote it to utopia./ Exploded like a holy supernova into golden dust!/ A poet must erupt, such is the way./ A poet must paint his pain upon the page./ Deranged rage and strange love contains us./ Poets blades open those veins up./ Uh… You see, I must express, cut the flesh./ You see, I must invest my mothafuckin’ best,/ To correct it… with a hella fresh sentence./ Zen Zigga Zen Za Ziggity Zen Tempest!!!/ I send fists of flame inta ya brain, then/ I piss on ya ta put out the flame on ya brain stem./ Like Amen, dawg, it’s showerin gold./ My urine’ll impower the soul flowers’ll grow/ Outta your third eye from now til when time ends,/ All because I peed on your third eye’s lense./ I lend… a hand to my friends/ When I see that they’re stranded on an island./ I end… the words right here,/ Because this is where my words end… PEACE!/ I end… the words right here,/ Because this is where my words end…/ ***PSYCHE! I’ma write raps til my backs sore./ Calmikaze, I’m a colossal Velociraptor./ You didn’t answer, so I’m breakin’ down the back door,/ Like a task force that’s stationed in the Iraq War./ Uh… Except, actually, I’m not./ Honestly, I’d rather be rappin’ and smokin’ pot./ …Ya see, I really like to laugh a lot./ I live in a castle in a land called Camelot./ You can call me Lancelot. I am a strange man./ I am an astronaut. I am a space man./ I got a ray gun. I got a spray can./ I’m just about as fucked in the brain as Ronald Rey-gan./ So fuckin’ raise ya hands towards the sky!/ I dare you to act like you’re actually alive!/ What… I said, raise ya hands towards the sky! I dare you to act like you’re actually alive! I said, raise ya hands towards the sky!/ I dare you to act like you’re actually alive!/ What… I said, raise ya hands towards the sky!/ I dare you to act like…/ Uh, uh… Yo, I’m a crazy New Mexican. Call me Walter White./ Kickin back, readin Walt Whitman, sippin on a pint./ Some people say that I’m a softy, well… not quite./ That is just the version of myself that you all liked./ See, all my life, there has been a storm brewin’./ A rage that I have cultivated as a poor human./ A lotta forests have been ruined. Many lives broke./ A lotta people have been doomed since they were zygotes./ Many abuses of needs and our dignity,/ And often it’s the innocent indigenous particularly, see…/ This is the straw that broke the camel’s back./ So bring the thunder, and the dragon, and the avalanche./ And, yo, I’m sorry for the people in their cabbage patch,/ But it’s bout time for the planet to take the power back./ Imagine that… another angry activist/ Jackin off his anger on a track, just flappin lips./ So keep laughin’, days keep passin’,/ Labor all day, and waste sweet passion./ Keep chattin’, feet keep draggin.’/ Just keep waitin’, one day it’ll happen./ Keep laughin’, days keep passin’,/ Labor all day, and waste sweet passion./ Keep chattin’, feet keep draggin.’/ Just keep waitin’, one day it’ll happen./ Keep laughin’, days keep passin’,/ Labor all day, and waste sweet passion./ Keep chattin’, feet keep draggin.’/ Just keep waitin’, one day it’ll happen./

You don’t have to pack gats and act like a jack ass/ Just to have cash, and have fun, and rap fast./ Most cats act like life is a game of Black Jack,/ Just sit back, pass gas, and watch Jack Black./ Fat cats who gamble upon the NASDAQ/ Can’t imagine what it must be like to rock a back pack./ And that’s that, when the rubber band snaps back,/ Half of those cats are gonna crash in the back lash./ Then the have nots and crack pots who lacked Gods,/ Who were called trash, and street rats, and vagabonds,/ Who broke backs for cash crops in bad jobs,/ Who got harassed for black skin by bad cops,/ Who got rationed Aspirin and backwash,/ Who got trapped in, wrapped up, and spat on,/ Who got laughed at, cut down, and shat on’ll/ Be glad life made them that strong./ Sittin’ in your desk, stapler in your hand,/ Dazed and afraid, getting raped by the man./ Should be stayin’ up late getting laid while you can,/ But you go to sleep at 8 just to wake up. Damn…/ What stamina…What is this magic that has bedazzled us?/ Tryna add it up, but man I seems to lack the abacus./ Salmon slippin’ slowly up stream for the spawn,/ Stranded in a silly little dream. What’s wrong?/ Pawns, caffeine, machines, and dumb blondes,/ Mobs, campaigns, complaints, and young moms,/ Bombs, stampedes, police, and drunk slobs./ Slums, guns, drugs that fund the bunk laws./ One fraud, one unsung façade./ A one world government, a brotherhood of Gods./ Odd… It’s almost like we’re taught to be flawed./ It’s almost like we’re taught to be caught in the cogs./ Jog… For God’s sake, go for a jog./ No, for real, step outside, and go walk your dog!/ It’s so damn hot, I’da thought we’d be thawed./ I’da thought we’d be conscious of this, but we’re not./ If we are then it seems like a lot have forgotten,/ But honestly I’ve gotten just a little sick o’ watchin./ Toxins, lost in a box we been locked in,/ But I won’t let what stopped them stop Zen./ No, but honestly, I’m really kinda curious./ Put your fists up in the sky if you’re furious./ Honestly, I’m really kinda curious./ Put your fists up in the sky if you’ll resist./ Talkin’ honestly, I’m really kinda curious./ Put your fists up in the sky if you’re furious./ And, honestly, I’m really kinda curious./ Put your fists up in the sky if you’ll resist./ I got a nervous twitch, and a limp from the business./ Tired of the pimps and the chimps speakin’ jibberish./ Little kids raised bein’ bathed in the ignorance./ Simpletons couldn’t get paid to give a shit./ Got a wish list which grows longer every day,/ And the first thing on the list is called change./ There’s a broad range of ways that we could foster this./ Turn the long list of our wishes into accomplishments./ Starts with a fist clenched tight with conviction./ Starts with a spark and a mark and a mission./ Starts with a hard departure from the system./ Starts with a heart and a will to just listen./ Starts with a vision, but where does it end?/ I suppose on you that depends./ Starts with a vision, but where does it end?/ I suppose, my friend, that depends./ Starts with a fist clenched tight with conviction./ Starts with a spark and a mark and a mission./ Starts with a hard departure from the system./ Starts with a heart and a will to just listen./ Starts with a vision, but where does it end?/ I suppose that depends./ Starts with a vision, but where does it end?/ On you, my friend, that depends./

Yo, we some sand pirates, who be spannin’ a bland dryness./ Stand by us. We got a plan to demand silence,/ And a mad science to dismantle the fad virus,/ And the appliance that has been straddlin’ rabid lions./ Let’s have an alliance. Let’s kick back by the campfires,/ With some fat tires, willin’ to strangle the bad liars./ Yo, my hand’s tired, from gravity and iron,/ And it feels like I’ve been flattened and wrapped in a jagged wire./ I’m a lost boy who embodies the hot noise./ Those are not toys, buddy, those objects can stop boys./ They can drop boys, They can hold up a convoy./ They can draw blood, buddy, those objects are not love./ I was brought up between a rock and a hot tub,/ And I got luck, luckily I was not shoved./ But if I was shoved, probably would’ve become a thug./ Would’ve slung drugs, Would’ve said fuck it and bum rushed/ All the dumb pigs. It aint just plums and figs./ It’s pluckin’ strings, yeah, it’s hummin’ and singin’,/ But when push comes to shove this love can be a stingin’/ Sensation. When Haitians are naked and poor,/ You can bet your fuckin’ ass that they will declare a war./ They will pound on the gates ‘til they break ‘em to pieces./ While you’re sittin’ at home debatin’ Satan and Jesus…/ Debatin’ Satan and Jesus…/ And it’s a star harvest. I’ve been farmin’ a heart garden./ I’m a smart martian who spars like a scarred Spartan./ I’m a starvin’ artist fallin’ apart cuz of failin’ markets./ I’m a bison, a righteous enlightenment seekin’ Mitus/ Who’s willin’ to fight the Titans despite that it might be frightenin’./ I’m bitin’ a bullet bitterly, tryin’ to find stability,/ Willingly givin’ everything I’ve got to make a history/ Riddled with little victories, brilliant and filled with sympathy,/ Militant with agility, killin’ these little millipedes./ “Will he please give it a rest?”, is what they ask,/ But he can’t. It’s his holy initiative. It’s his task/ To smash all of the passive half-assed assassins of passion/ By bein’ a man and bein’ proactive./ Massive, fat as an African woman’s ass is./ Fat as a cat who only eats crackers and molasses./ Mastiff, solid like a gaff rigged mast is./ Backwards, somethin’ that baffles the average rapper./ Absurd, somethin’ like a natural disaster./ Bastard, and honestly man that’ll be the last word/ You ever spoke. Will it be a clever joke?/ Will it be a blessin’ or a lesson or a poem?/ Will it be a moan, a message against the throne,/ Or will it be a melody reminding me of home?/ …Reminding me of home./ …Reminding me of home./ See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./ Hope ends at the stone fence. Tone def./ See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./ Hope ends at the lone breath. Hope less./ See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./ Hope ends at the stone fence. Tone def./ See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./ Hope ends at the lone breath. Hope less./ See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./ Hope ends at the stone fence. Tone def./ See, I take it as an omen. The soul folds and opens./ Hope ends at the lone breath. Hope less./

We don’t kill tracks, we bring ‘em to life./ The type of music you could listen whicha kids and your wife./ Citizen scythe, rippin’ the fickle idiots down./ I’m drillin’ the sound into your city, village, and town./ I’m chrysalis now, but I’m ready to break out./ And I’m ready to set stages aflame and then take a bow./ I’m takin’ a vow to make every second count/ From today to the day that I’m an angel in the clouds./ I’m a say it loud, climb every mountain and every staircase./ Blarin’ like a siron that’s buried inside your air waves./ I’m gonna say it like a lawyer in a court case./ Wear it on my face like warriors wear war paint./ Don’t be mistaken, I’m takin the nation gradually,/ And waitin’ for the day that the statesmen’ll all answer to me./ I’m savin’ Haitians whose facin’ natural catastrophe,/ But people I can’t do this alone, so come on and stand with me./ An invitation to face our collective situation,/ To instigate it, the makin’ of something really sacred./ We must engage all our disparate populations/ By embracing God’s different faces, and stop the hatin’./ Uh… bitchin’ and moanin’ instead of rippin’ it open./ We could be rowin’ the boat, but we just keep sittin’ and floatin’./ And maybe this is a notion that nobody sees as potent,/ But I’m hopin’ if I keep on throwin’ these stones, ogre’ll/ Notice we aint quittin’, he’ll see that our faith’s livid,/ He’ll see that we aint kiddin’, he’ll see that we aint givin’ up./ We aint sittin’ ducks. We do give a fuck./ We do wield our fists, and listen to our guts./ Our wit’s quick enough, our skin’s thick enough,/ And if he’s gonna try to eat us, dog, then we wish him luck./ This isn’t just a game, this is real life./ Gotta wield light, and deal right, and feel nice./ This isn’t just a game, this is real life./ Gotta wield light, and deal right, and feel nice./ This isn’t just a game, this is real life./ Gotta wield light, and deal right, and feel nice./ Uh… This gift we were given./ Death is the quest of the livin’, let’s listen,/ And cherish every memory, every instant./ Life’s short please don’t miss it./ Uh… Just shut the fuck up, and listen to your higher self./ Listen to the fire crackle, listen to the choir swell./ My mind is hell, and so I dwell inside the silence,/ And listen to the violins playing behind my eyelids./ Like, why you bitchin’ because there’s a couple files missin?/ You could be dyin’ in a ditch in a viral condition./ My intuition is bridgin’ a gap, sittin’ back,/ Just let everything happen, this is the rhythm, snap!/ Cat’s tend to adapt or they evaporate./ That’s just the way that it is, the days pass away./ So, you can stand and wait or demand it./ Your life’s your life to manage./ A man has to follow his fuckin’ passions./ That’s just how that is./ So, you can stand and wait or demand it./ Your life’s your life to manage./ A man has to follow his fuckin’ passions./ That’s just how that is./ See, I aint rappin’, I’m advoacatin’ a life path./ It’s pretty similar to that which Jesus Christ had./ Now, what exactly is that, some people might ask?/ Act how you want all the people in your life to act./ That aint clear enough, I’ll spell it out accurate:/ Be generous, be classy, and be compassionate./ Be an advocate. Act like you care./ Act like an animal. Natural. Aware./ See, I aint rappin’, I’m advoacatin’ a life path./ It’s pretty similar to that which Jesus Christ had./ Now, what exactly is that, some people might ask?/ Act how you want all the people in your life to act./ That aint clear enough, I’ll spell it out accurate:/ Be generous, be classy, and be compassionate./ Be an advocate. Act like you care./ Act like an animal. Natural. Aware./ See, I aint rappin’, I’m advoacatin’ a life path./ It’s pretty similar to that which Jesus Christ had./ Now, what exactly is that, some people might ask?/ Act how you want all the people in your life to act./ That aint clear enough, I’ll spell it out accurate:/ Be generous, be classy, and be compassionate./ Be an advocate. Act like you care./ Act like an animal. Natural. Aware./

Yeah baby… I watch the rain droplets, a beautiful strange process./ Brain lost, caught up in the concept constantly./ But I set the thoughts free, and try not to let it bother me. Just breathe…/ And Suddenly it all freezes. I watch it all fall to pieces. Aww, jesus.
/ Please trust in what must come, cuz it’s coming, God let it be done.
/ See ya aint gonna get done nothing by thumb sucking./ Dumb punk, gotta get up and run.../ Run, run, run for your sanity, run for the love, don’t run from reality,/ Run to it, make love and make music, and whatever you do, just do it…/ Run to it, make love and make music, and whatever you do, just do it.../ Run to it, make love and make music, and whatever you do, just do it…

/ And life is all about resonance! Why keep beatin the dead presidents?!/ Set precedents, and represent like a gentlemen.
/ Elegance, just like a seven headed elephant, / Kinda like Coltrane and Ella Fitz, cellar grit. / Stellar knit, precious and incredible gifts,/ Complete with blood, venom, and spit, hella legit./ Never quit… keep living and taking risks,
/ Sun beams, leather, and whips. Let’s commit!/ See I’m all in, fall’s been calling me home, / …And I’m scared as fuck to pick up the phone.
/ Because I’m way too honest when I’m talking to hope,/ When I’m on the streets walking alone.
/ And I’m God’s comet… An appallingly long sonnet,/ An odd calmness that the awkward would call ominous./ Tolerance… Logical non sense and dominance./ The love is as abundant as the fraudulence, bottomless./ It’s obvious… The body is an obelisk./ The body is a whip, strong, swift, and anonymous,/ I see it… Your body is a secret./ Whatever made your body was a genius, 
Please just…/ Appreciate it... I’d love to see you naked,/ But not because I’m creepy, cuz it’s sacred./ Just appreciate it... I’d love to see you naked,/ But not because I’m creepy, cuz it’s sacred.
/ And it’s obvious… The body is a sarcophagus,
/ The body is a large 28 armed octopus.
/ Marvelous… It’s really rather marvelous.
/ The body is an artist and a pharmacist, narcissist./ Star gardening spark artivist. The heart is an aardvark with Parkinson’s./ Like “pardon miss… Did you drop your wallet?/ Yo, I bet that you would miss it ma’am, I’m glad I saw it.”/ 

 See I’d rather remain anonymous... / See I’d rather be an anomaly…/ See I’d rather you not talk to me…/ And I’d rather you not bother me…/ See I’d rather remain anonymous…/ See I’d rather be an anomaly…
/ And I’d rather you not talk to me…/
 And I’d rather yo not bother me.

/ They can’t numb us! We’re disgruntled for a valid reason!/ The anger’s natural! We battle when we have a grievance!/ The power’s primal, like the passing of the seasons!/ Born dirty, you can’t clean us!/ Born hungry, but the money can’t feed us!/ People eat plants and animals, not Visas!/ Keep your Reese's pieces, give me liberty!/ Keep your internet, give me intimacy! Ya see…/ I think I need a breath… I think I need a minute./ It’s hard being young, dumb, and idealistic./ But what is realistic, and what clearly isn’t?/ I’d like to think it doesn’t matter when you feel committed./ Lately, I’m feeling distant… I’d like to bring it back./ It seems the ego’s always waiting, trying to spring a trap./ So, will you react?... Or will you let it happen?.../ Are you a passenger, my friend, or are you a captain?/ Are you a master?... Are you a slave?.../ Are you a coward?... Or are you brave?.../ Are you the answer?... Are you the question?.../ Are you the banker?... Or are you the investment?... Are you a master?... Are you a slave?.../ Are you a coward?... Or are you brave?.../ Are you the answer?... Are you the question?.../ Are you the banker?... Or are you the investment?.../

Visions and dreams. This is not at all what it seems…/ Visions and dreams. This is not at all what it seems…/ Try to find a meaning in the madness./ Joy in the sadness. To master it, it takes practice./ Love is like the Sun… / Makes you bloom like a flower on a cactus./ It's mystifying… Living is dying./ Failure isn't trying and failing, it isn't trying./ Sitting silent, I listen to the sirens./ Minds make time, for the instant, it is timeless./ Dive in… Infinity's inside us./ Mankind's sympathy for science is a blindness./ Spine stiff, the rigidity that guides us/ Not only defines, it confines us. Eyes shut./ My myth points straight at the divine rift,/ Asks me to pick which side to align with./ My gift is a set of sublime lips./ Life's spit out, life meets death's kind kiss./ Why risk it at all? Why bother?/ My mission, my calling, my daughter./ My vision, my mother, my father./ My brief moment with God, Light, Water./ I pick my soul off of the tree./ I see the faces of the people who love me./ I gently flow into the stream./ I know the same that is below is above me./ Sooooooo…Oooooul… Orchard…/ Sooooooo…Soooooul… Orchard…/ Sooooooo…Soooooul… Orchard…/ Visions and dreams. This is not at all what it seems…/ Visions and dreams. This is not at all what it seems…/ ...Is it really all a dream?/ Is it all as simple as it seems?/ ...And if life's just an image on a screen,/ Why am I addicted to this particular scene?/ ...And it seems strange. Wind blows and the seas rage./ Heart keeps beating in its cage ‘til it decays./ ...And honestly, these days,/ Its better to be brave than to be safe./ Please wait, freeze, stay, stagnation./ Grief, hate, brief pain, that stasis./ Peace, rain, heat, strain, damnation./ Everybody feels that split, that's basic./ ...Yeah, everybody dies,/ But not everybody that's living has felt alive./ ...And, at the center of it all,/ Lies that age old question: Why?/ Why?/ Why?/ Why?/ Why?/ Why?/ Why?/ Why?/ Why?/

See, I’ve been a wide-eyed tye-dyed wise fool./ I’ve written a million fly vibe haikus./ I’ve seen the sun set, and the moon rise too./ And I’ve tried to do whatever I could do to find the truth. I’ve…/ Climbed shoots and ladders into the sky./ They said it mattered, I asked why, and that’s fine./ As a matter of fact, it’s spectacular./ We have to have our allies, but I’d rather be a challenger./ To battle you, yeah, to rattle up the cage./ To teach you how to master the rage inside your veins./ Yo, for real though, there’s hella snakes inside my plane./ And hatred has a million different names, so walk away./ Walk away, tell it your busy, not today./ Little Billy doesn’t really want to play, not today./ Na, today, he’s gonna bond with the anonymous,/ And get lost in the possibilities that blossom up./ Na, today, he’s gonna rock this friggin’ audience,/ And blast off in a rocket ship, and find his way to God again./ Na today, he’s gonna frolic disregarding this/ Robotic monotonous ill villainous metropolis. Walk away, tell it your busy, not today./ Little Billy doesn’t really want to play, not today./ Na, today, he’s gonna bond with the anonymous,/ And get lost in the possibilities that blossom up./ Na, today, he’s gonna rock this friggin’ audience,/ And blast off in a rocket ship, and find his way to God again./ Na today, he’s gonna frolic disregarding this/ Robotic monotonous ill villainous metropolis./ Uh, he had to kick in the door, cuz he was constantly envisioning more./ And the moral of the story was to worship and conform/ For a place to sleep that’s comfortable and warm, and I’m bored./ Fuck!.. Would you rather be free or be entertained?/ …Would you rather be endangered or enslaved?/ Would you rather be the dweller of a messy metal cage?/ Or a member of the rebels in a cave? Press play./ Uh, yeah, tell me exactly where your hearts at./ Spark rap, I can see the diamonds in the dark rap./ Art craft, I can see the secrets in your star map./ Read it over boom bap guitar tracks, hot wax./ Draw back the bow and let it go…/ If ya never shoot then ya never know… no, no, no…/ Clever little predator, competitor, and foe./ The part of you that never let’s go… Let go…/ Draw back the bow and let it go…/ If ya never shoot then ya never know… no, no, no…/ Clever little predator, competitor, and foe./ The part of you that never let’s go… Let go…/ Draw back the bow and let it go…/ If ya never shoot then ya never know… no, no, no…/ Clever little predator, competitor, and foe./ The part of you that never let’s go… Let go…/ See they don’t need to pin us, we keep ourselves down./ We’re all unique, you need to listen how your self sounds./ So settle down before you have yourself a melt down,/ And help your friends out, but best get out if you’re about to drown./ Outta sight, outta mind… I’m from outta town./ The power’s precious and divine, yo, without a doubt./ When life handed me lemons, I went the sour route,/ And I don’t even know if that’s something I should be proud about./ You see I go with the flow, but I flow against the grain./ Demonstrate pain in my very own special way./ I’m very patient, but I very seldom hesitate/ Because I know that it can kill a man to be a second late./ Better to wait then waste space and waste time/ Wadin’ through wasted swine and fake slime./ Better to wait then waste space and waste time/ Wadin’ through wasted swine and fake slime./ So I climb, yeah, I climb to the sun, / And realize that my mind is a gun, have fun./ Yeah, yeah, yeah, I climb to the sun. And realize that my mind is a gun, have fun./ So I climb, yeah, I climb to the sun, / And realize that my mind is a gun, have fun./ Yeah, yeah, yeah, I climb to the sun. And realize that my mind is a gun, have fun…./ And now that that’s done, have fun./