I can't derail
I train hard then relax on tracks
Keep the brain sharp hitting like an axe on wax
Axe never touch trees meaning
I don't puff weed
But I hope to plant my seeds
Before I must leave
Believing that hope grows
Even in the stone cold
Bitter and bleak old souls sold
Like it's antique
Road show except for so damn cheap
They preach the new science hone the program sheep
But they won't find us
It's hide and go seek
To control minds
Like gold mines in Mozambique
Where the folks can't eat
So I stroll to slow jam beat
Slow dancing life's no grand prix
No race no pace car
And there is no shortcuts
And no ones that special
And there ain't no short bus
The core of us are simple
But dignified
We don't simply live to die
Look through the inner eye in the sky
Now I'm a cynic
But I try to keep my heart warm
Human beings start war
But I believe in peace even for Darfur
From hardcore to humor to here
Where we stare in confusion at a future so near
Got to take the spec
Out of your eye to see clear
And if I'm gonna point fingers
Better point them at the mirror
Reflections I reflect on lessons of my 26th year
Erecting this next song here
See you all know the drill like Exxon
I guess wrong moves is experience
Like stairs to step on
Yeah
And I don't talk biz
And I don't talk down
No kids talk
But I don't talk big
Getting gassed like
Pop fizz off of pop hits
I ain't got to say real talk
Because all my talk is
Pop quiz :
Who can define love
So many blind plus they can't feel
They'll never find us
My folks love me
I feel lucky they all love me
But feel funny inside of world
That is real ugly
God save us this hard labour is breaking backs
In the sands of time every step
We making tracks
The hour glass is lasting faster
Than the hour last
Or so it seems more dreams
They will come to pass
And nightmares they flare up
Like the flames erupt
The same dream
I used to live now I gave it up
And I've been saving up
But money doesn't come quick
Comes and goes like the daylight one shift
And one sip of the well water
It makes us live
Forever we still here whether
We take or give
And it's survival of the fittest
By the thinnest thread
When father time moves the minutes
What is in his head
Not even in control of
What we must become
But not far so I guess
We are the lucky ones
