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.
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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.
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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.

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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?.../