I trust
no man on face value, name, or reputation
These are years in my face that came with education
The last of the thinkers have all but died out
Or else studied the beast up close from inside out
From the streets we came confused
Abused creatures suspended in the ether
Students without a teacher
Gangs without a leader
Aloof as to how we free the mind without the body should mobility stop
It just
kills me how the game simply came and went
Guess I'm guilty…for still looking for my name in print
I spent a while out in the what-nots
The jokes on me
I even smiled in my mug shot to catch the moment
How much confusion have oppressors produced this year?
The blind know not the difference between truth and fear
As with all things, one day I'll be gone from here
But not before I tell the world that John was here
I saw the
sky part like the red sea
The world is nervous
I saw the sun crying
Believe it, the world is getting nervous
I saw my best friend become my enemy
Ooh, I'm nervous
Everything ain't what it's supposed to be
It should be nervous
Even here,
amongst so many
I stand alone in search of a link
Between my actions and the way one thinks
Some essence of a connection in a world divided
I'm antithetical to rhetoric
Federal propaganda that sends babies to war and says, "Fight!"
For the hell of it
They
keep insulting my intelligence
Like
everyone outside of politics is some nitwit
We'll clash as long as phases of the moon are cyclic
I've
seen you entertain your hedonism
Breen in your elitism
You told me what I needed on a short list
With "Freedom" missing
I've been
advised to play by the rules
That's if I ever want to see the light of day in the future
They'd rather see me soft-shoe-shufflin' and performin'
Tell my brother I love him
I'll be home by morning
Tell my mothers I'm fine and I'm ever theirs dearer
I'm stronger, more determined, and I've never thought clearer
"Lock my body, can't trap my mind"
Easily explains how we surpass this time
How much confusion have oppressors produced this year
See, the blind know not the difference between truth and fear
As with all things, one day I'll be gone from here
But not before I tell the world that John was here.
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