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.../