“The mountains are calling and I must go” But know now that efforts you make in your hometown effect not only you, but us, It's the small scale stuff that makes a difference. Those indifferent are a hindrance to change If you have no opinion, than opinion you should gain. All who refrain from going against the grain are either soft, ignorant, or should be clinically insane,
now I'm not saying, that you gotta do something crazy,
but think about what you like, what you've been doing lately, If you find it hard, to be who you are, then hop on a rocket ship and go inhabit mars, Cuz there's far too many people on this planet doing nothing, and that's a fact man it's not up for discussion, I just think that as humans, we owe it to each other, To challenge, change, develop and discover, This world gon get covered, put under pretty soon If we don't figure out a safer way to consume, Certain doom, foreseen since 82 When we figured out the dinosaurs triggered a giant boom, You're lying to, yourself thinking you're safe, But it's not about you It's bout preserving our race.
The pottery of poetry, Or poetry of pottery, Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference, Both are rigorous, different, but the same, Process, Technique, like creating a flame. Go about it too tame and your creations are gon be lame, Extravagance and quirk always trumps mundane. You know what I’m saying? Gotta think out the box, Slyness ain’t gon help you the way that it help the fox, Unique shit rocks, so go against the grain, Keep it 100, always straight from the brain.
Peace and War It's peace and war, when peace of mind is war, People only fighting for possible profits that's in store, forever more, this world b focused on cash, Which caused the holocaust and all the Jews to get gassed, a giant mass, of asshats and clowns, used to run the world and kept the poor people down, then America came around with its freedom and justice Still run by the rich but surrounded with muskets, see you must get dough, or alone you're gunna die, is a common theme that runs between you and I, The American symphony, Or national dream, divided by color but united by team, shrouded with schemes, is every war, a revolving door of murder and settling scores, And it's just so paradoxical, what I've seen with my opticals, history keeps repeating like children going to hospitals, when they munchin popsicles, orange or grape, it's repetitive, like the economies state, we enlarge and deflate, this great nation of ours, with each war more families receiving flowers, minutes turn to hours, hours to days, all that's left to say is peace better be on the way.
Good day
Black and White Black and white the same, just like sunshine and the rain, Cuz there's always something happened, man there's always something gained, But it's changed, and morphed into a whole new demon, Like the rising of the tides or the changing of the seasons, Cops glocks screamin, leaving black families grieving, Injustices like these happen more than twice a week and, Here's a harrowing fact, You're 3 times more likely to be killed by the police if you black, But don't let it distract, from acknowledging that, 30% of black victims were unarmed and got attacked, Thats pretty wack, matta fact that's unmatched, Black people getting thrashed since the first slave snatch, Which dates back, to the 16 hundreds, When the world had more than fruitful abundance, Sustenance, foreign substances and more than enough for man, Not to mention all the land, and grand houses, White man been egocentric since he popped out his, Mothers womb, should been smothered soon Before he could consume, and cause others doom.
Prejudice Cops see black in the street and they get hasty doh, Which reflects America's incarceration ratio, You could see plainly tho, when you walk in the streets, Black people tensing up when they see the police, That ain't how it’s supposed to be, ain't safe and ain't secure, Biggest gang in America, the boys in blue for sure.