A Vision

Oh how Ive grown...

From rocking out to the sounds
of elementary playgrounds,
To getting bored
with my "in school sleeping block" petition being ignored.
To finding a type of greatness in these halls that cannot be tested,
For example: Any student here will tell you without hesitation,
that BS and procastination is a perfected art,
And its sweet payoffs and crappy failures
have taught more than any multiple choice could dream to impart.

Here, Ive seen poets become word physicists,
And with just the right rhythm and time,
they take two thoughts and force them to combine.
Exploding meaning an light.

You see, the beats had a cause but i have a vision,
And it has taken 17 years to train my soul to this precision.
But unlike the worldly stages of today with all the lights aflashin',
Im thinking this little theatre is a good place to unleash my own batch of passion.
This skinny master of self disillusioned disaster,
Has a mission and a journey reaching its conclusion faster and faster.

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A VISION: for schools to teach young men and young women,
To hold their tongues and let their only weapon,
Become a "#2 pencil or blue/black pen."
For these minds to become the greatest of the generation,
By grasping the difference between acceptance and toleration.

Im waiting for a day when every race will KNOW the distincity,
Of its unique identity and never have to prove membership,
Stop downgrading your intelligence,
I don't see the relevance of your hearts aggression,
Because of injustices oppression.
Remove those angry faces, angry words,
and copies of a notarized claim,
"I have racial pride" keeping me insured.

Oh how i despise,
the fear infecting your eyes,
You worship this lord of the flies,
And a world full of empty lies.
The human tear is weakness,
There is no place for humble meekness.
Fire with fire, gruff and rough,
American pride built Ford tough.

Why isnt it good enough for you to be you,
Me to be me, respect never denied
but love always applied.
Cant you see the beautiful possibility
that such peaceful prosperity
could give freely?
Stop trying to defend,
With a unbalanced offensive,
this world is good for all and not just some.
A USA where character is actually welcome.


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A VISION: for all the girls brought to lustful altars,
Led by hands that never falter
to sacrifice them like lambs in a slaughter
To finally be seen as their fathers daughters.

I live for the day when those idols of sex, pleasure, money and hate
will be torn down with a righteous distaste.
For that day someone can tell me when,
The perfecting quality: love, becomes the only religion.

Until then we all stay a little lost,
Full of losing and hardly winning,
Trying desperately to just keep on swimming.
Im waiting for my world to figure this out,
And for the reality to resound
that were not finding but found.

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A VISION: for true freedom to be real,
Beyond the high of drugs or the other ways we steal,
Beyond the many short lived escapes,
From the simple car to a futuristic avatar,
Beyond the ways we pillage and rape.
Im waiting for freedom to fill the soul,
for peace and happiness
to be the only goal.

Im tired of a world built to immorally corrupt,
where wars constantly errupt,
Where security always goes bankrupt.
I want purity beyond confession,
Peace beyond oppression,
And life without fear of recession.
I want it with a restless frustration,
A frustration that defines my generation.