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./