Praxis!
I'm kicking scripts booting habits degrading potential status
Flowing about matters with love and manners well above and beyond
Typical standards, paving hope in eyes opened through ears with phrases
Praised and cheered for steering clear from being caught in fear
Crowds used, abused by powers to fuse and keep near
Chosen threats branded danger devoured - excavated, slander of a coward
For the true nature seen as one to speak with care but ends slain
Pushing for a life lived - deemed to be fair, bared-alive - well, unsurprised..
Scoping minds mobbing steady with agenda's in disguise
Civil legislative rights terminating prized wills crowned
Driving crowds down astray paths, paved to drown
Speaking facts out of mouths heard by ears, fed to feed ongoing public fear..
Expression based on knowledge of Self in the name of Love is how i March!
A father in the war a mother treating injuries in scores
To be taken care for, gave me visions of a dream
Harsh left realities gave me scenes in visions unseen left to play a part deemed
Pushing me to leave the rich city scene w/ thoughts in mind
Held for those in time to build supreme , through the music of the common good
I'm achieving through the speaking of the foreseen
Earning fame building cream through the pushing for a change
In the land of the rich where the living's strange, and
Arraigned leaders end slain upon accounted crowds attained
Marching righteously to-pave the way for gains
Alike the pious, left with summed results in povert gains
Prized money made with immoral shame, callings of a change stalling for a sweater
A framed portrait, commended brave-remembered better
Deemed a threat, the same framed to rise above the weather
Spoken visions of the one and only credited yet unembedded
Left to spread left yet unfed, unregretted til the love is breaded
On its way all just to let it melt. in. the. hearts. of. the. ones. with. the. love
It's the political lies to keep us on the edge of seats
The disguised they keep us from, to keep us feeling weak
The d**h of a mother with a young son, another son
Dead by what slained the first one, another souls flown above
Leaving emotions hung, fading back on memories
To reminisce on words spoken in the last week
Hard to swallow, even harder to breathe
When left with sorrows birthing misery breeding travesty
Embedding tragic thoughts of the tragedy
It couldn't be, shouldn't be, third thought 'it should've been me'....
What was left to come breaks the heart the most
What hadn't yet been done leaves you feeling most gross
But it's the power in the strength of loss that
Boosts the soul towards your righteous course
Through the struggles and the hardships, you uplift
For what you feared before experienced, left you delirious
Soon to turn for conversations of the serious with whom
Would experience the same to take away your dearest...
So I tell you once again that we are OnE