Dark, dismal and black
Over ran with the wack
No creativity or innovation
Radio worshipped like nativity
Void of creation
No pens, not enough patience
Nothing thought out, punch lines bitten
In school yards, lunch line freestyles actually written
Battles drowned in vulgarity and yo mama jokes
Before time, no messages with clarity to entertain folks
Past descendants a parody of I'll
The future destiny soaks
Fanatics stalk idles with invisible cloaks
Miserable scriptures
Freedom attained from liberal mixtures
Framed these paintings, hip hop's realism
Abstract thoughts paint the picture
Lands filled with thieves, bandits and ignorant emcees
Those who gave up on faith demanded god for a sign
Low patience and high hopes leads to an unbearable climb

I've saw men living my dreams
Accomplishing goals and acting out visions I've seen
I've saw men living my dreams
I've saw my guardian angel scream
I've saw suicide victims sing
I've saw peasants become queens
And idiots become kings
I've saw puppets walk with man
And humans with strings
I've saw oceans of bodies
Blue grass and skies green
I've seen tears
And blood filled streams
I've saw hate

You'll see a father walk on water before he talks to his daughter
Speak without speaking
And witness a genocide without slaughter
A holocaust of emotions
Hollow but lost
Five gears, no breaks happily coasting
Perfection is no limitations, eating and never feeling full
Flying high on other dimensions with Jonathan Livingston seagull
Just believe
Why should I? If it's something I can't see
I took a chance to be free
Leaped off the cliff and hit an invisible platform
Grinned at spaceships who left pastures of flat corn
Went back in time, pushed Lincoln out the way merely leaving his hat torn
I thought time was linear but hawking said it was an arrow
Bull's-eye hit for the future leaving behind retro kid games
Why's there monkeys in barrels?
But what happens when the bows device strikes the sparrow
Humans were too busy killing over colors and mocking the bird
You could sprint in my shoes but walking a day is absurd
Throw your skillets in the air
Let the non believers see a flying saucer
Can't bury these tales
Burn the plagued bodies dying with Chaucer
Ghosts, walk towards the light
Crying in front of a lamp post

Making music is just a bunch of stress
People want to use you to help themselves
Television's Uncle Sam's brainwash kit
I hate everyone (I hate everyone)
I used to like to do shows
But now I don't seem to fit
I laugh when people tell me I'm good I'm used to patronizes and their bullshit

I can't sleep the laughter keeps me awake
I drift off but started by a child's subtle shake
No one there but myself in this foreign land to witness
And there's no pill for my home sickness
You need eyes to sleep but you don't need legs to leap
Before you jump off that mountain
Count your blessings a flick a coin into that fountain

I've saw men living my dreams
Accomplishing goals and acting out visions I've seen
I've saw men living my dreams
I've saw my guardian angel scream
I've saw suicide victims sing
I've peasants become queens
And idiots become kings
I've saw puppets walk with man
And humans with strings
I've saw oceans of bodies
Blue grass and skies green
I've saw tears
And blood filled streams
I've saw hate

In the land before time
There's no seconds, minutes or hours
Just the present clerics cower
Hypnotic therapy clinics booked
To cleanse the minds of the foresights of the apocalyptic meteor showers
Prophets forecast a poetical being with a vampire's reflection
Time, conceived not from Immaculate Conception
But from the absence of a condom's protection
Men tell women to wash their clothes and make them food
Then when the time comes
You wonder why they have a headache and not in the mood
I fly biplanes and land with no insects crushed on my windshield
And by the way, the customer's not always right
In fact they lie to steal
Far from divine and far from sacred
Time searches for pens strips them of their ink and leaves them naked
I piss yellow and bleed red
Never seen anywhere cause I'm always walking in the mist
Citizens notice four horses but didn't sense apocalypse
Too many emcees got the dough but not the chocolate chips
I fathered all my words, while false poets used adoption
Populace poisoned from the tap waters toxins
I grabbed a microphone and received more strength then a dozen oxen
Destroyed demo ep's so terrible that on ebay
Even your cousin couldn't auction
The shepherd hit me
I laughed and turned the other cheek
Later that evening I returned and burned his flock of sheep
Now he's staring in the mirror infested with insomnia
Nothing to count in order to sleep

Perhaps, again if my lungs collapse
I pray that hopefully
When I can't breathe you all choke for me [x2]