Question the Lines

(:40)

Plight of the commoner

Not sure I really wanted her

But nonetheless the stork brought her to my door

Laid her on this war-torn floor

Before I was ready to adore anyone other than myself more

I am a whore

But aren't we all?

 

(1:04)

Prospects are grave when we give ourselves away

For the wrong reasons or when we don't change with the seasons

I'm down to get so loud

Down to catch a cloud and float past what's allowed

I will embrace my doubt

 

(1:20)

I want to be instrumental

I want to help disassemble the status quo

Give them a savage show

Smash out culture's windows and let the breeze just blow

Let the river flow; let nature's hair just grow

 

(1:36)

I want to keep my back straight, keep my eyes ahead

Not as a soldier caged but a man not scared to sweat

Not scared of death

Not scared to let the dread creep in

And fill your wires with fire

Instead of riding with liars and vipers

Conspire with writers and rhymers who dream wiser and brighter things

 

(2:00)

It seems to me that to life, the key

Is to live free of every shackle you see

Question the lines in the sand and if you find them unjust

Erase them from where you stand and make some more if you must

 

(2:16)

I'm zooming out and in and same time, to spin

My perception full-circle, herbal

Where have I been?

On a rock in space too concerned with my tiny face

To think big and consider for the good of the race