beat
down with the words that are said to give meaning to what holds none.
vain are the hours spent remembering what is long gone.
vain are are the hours spent imagining what is yet to come
dead are the lives lived to give meaning to words that have some.
dumb is he who wants to live forever
dumb is he who wants to live for never
clever is he who wastes no time
clever is he who finds the rhyme
when i write, the action is the destination
when we fight, the battle is liberation
death is not fearless, death can die
i’ll never be speechless, i can always cryyyyy.
it’s not my brother, not my sister , not my mother and not my dad
i’m not happy, i’m not lonely, i’m not gelouse and i’m not sad
i don’t qualify
why do you justify?
turn off the TV, turn off the radio, turn off the pc, turn on a song
i’ll tell you what’s right, i’ll tell you what’s maybe, and i’ll tell you what’s wrong.
