September 14th, 2009
I am a freedom seeker
searching for the day after tomorrow
when tomorrow seems bleaker, than today
I am weaker
searching for an antidote for my soul
in the words of a gifted speaker
to uplift the hungry and the meager
because food is all around either
but in reality feeding neither
so I can't eat my cake and be its keeper
I search for a meaning that is deeper
cuz its not about the cars and clothes you hold
nor the style that is sleeker
but that you wake up the internal activist
and not be a sleeper
I search for companionship in that I'm eager
cuz if she's got all I need to stand firm on my feet
all the more reason to go and seek her
she's most definitely a keeper
I'm far from being a teacher
there's more reasons why I come up to greet you
I have hopes when I meet you
because I see potential in you as a healer
People with no patience see the prize
before their eyes and they steal her
unhealthy cycles lead to addictions
can't even work a job being a sweeper
stress got us all depressed
up late nights crying like weepers
feeling like life defeats us
when the suffering invites to keep us
some turn to Moses, Muhammad, and Jesus
searching for guidance among the scripture they leave us
reading the word trying to figure out the thesis
they say move on like telekenesis
its not meant to be a weakness
take it in stride, why so serious?
I am facetious though not always heedless
still not always strong I go searching for my song
sometimes I curse out in wrong so bleep this
I like to sleep on the matter like I creep this
but I got a secret for your ears so peep this
I think we need this, inspirational kinda speeches
because each one of us masks a hidden genius
that won't surface cuz its stuck underneath the pieces
of a broken person being submerged under feces
cleansed with spiritual ammonia and bleaches
seeking to liberate the Dionysus just beneath it
some hearts and minds I hope this reaches
my message, go leak it go out and preach it
every moment carries an opportunity so seize it
I know you and I both feel this
afterall, we're freedom creatures.
searching for the day after tomorrow
when tomorrow seems bleaker, than today
I am weaker
searching for an antidote for my soul
in the words of a gifted speaker
to uplift the hungry and the meager
because food is all around either
but in reality feeding neither
so I can't eat my cake and be its keeper
I search for a meaning that is deeper
cuz its not about the cars and clothes you hold
nor the style that is sleeker
but that you wake up the internal activist
and not be a sleeper
I search for companionship in that I'm eager
cuz if she's got all I need to stand firm on my feet
all the more reason to go and seek her
she's most definitely a keeper
I'm far from being a teacher
there's more reasons why I come up to greet you
I have hopes when I meet you
because I see potential in you as a healer
People with no patience see the prize
before their eyes and they steal her
unhealthy cycles lead to addictions
can't even work a job being a sweeper
stress got us all depressed
up late nights crying like weepers
feeling like life defeats us
when the suffering invites to keep us
some turn to Moses, Muhammad, and Jesus
searching for guidance among the scripture they leave us
reading the word trying to figure out the thesis
they say move on like telekenesis
its not meant to be a weakness
take it in stride, why so serious?
I am facetious though not always heedless
still not always strong I go searching for my song
sometimes I curse out in wrong so bleep this
I like to sleep on the matter like I creep this
but I got a secret for your ears so peep this
I think we need this, inspirational kinda speeches
because each one of us masks a hidden genius
that won't surface cuz its stuck underneath the pieces
of a broken person being submerged under feces
cleansed with spiritual ammonia and bleaches
seeking to liberate the Dionysus just beneath it
some hearts and minds I hope this reaches
my message, go leak it go out and preach it
every moment carries an opportunity so seize it
I know you and I both feel this
afterall, we're freedom creatures.
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