It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all
I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone
I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change
Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings
Coming like thunder with lightening timing
Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage
Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt
Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas
Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas
I'll never turn back cause that's the way I've got to live
But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise
I give in and I win I try to never complain
His Holiness and all enlightened beings
For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song
Scheme
Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme
No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans
To the interconnectedness that underlies
With these animated thoughts in a world repressed?
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose
But I'll remain sane making gain without pain
Woke up this morning right out of a dream
Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine
I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Gravy and King
Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt
What can I do with these bones and flesh?
Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams
I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects
So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme
And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes
But the words ain't mine I just pass em along
I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range
Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain
Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl
The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being
Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'll be the one who brings it inside your home
