Rain, rain,
go away,
come again another day,
but not tomorrow because the tears in my ears can fill a whole nation for 500 years.
And
yes, indeed, life is a hard thing. You see
work, eat sleep. Before what is the one question that resonates within thee?
But before I proceed, remember, we share one thing,
a basic human trait called humanity.
And this is a constant in our eyes just
as the sun sheds light amidst the darkest demise,
amidst the toughest storms, amidst the roughest heights,
asking nothing in return but the satisfaction of life.
And now I'm not a teacher, preacher, scholar,
just a young poet who's paid attention to a world in a
world where attention is bought for a nickel and a dolly.
You see
perspective is key when you want to change the world into what it was meant to be.
And one person can make a difference with the collective corruptive army where
the most dangerous weapon is love and the most greatest general is peace.
And the soldiers wear orange robes and bow down to the enemies
where the napalm is made from the dust of the deceased.
So we can remember the battles that they fought
so we can sleep with the sound of tranquility.
And I miss this cosmic energy.
The universe travels and pays attention to who's looking.
He thinks before he even braids is your kitchen? Cooking,
thoughts, create ideas, ideas, create talk, talk,
creates action and action creates walk.
So go on now and walk the walk in the shoes of a man who has lost his ability to talk
and put on the lips
of a girl who has lost her
grips
to reality.
And even though she seems motionless,
mama always told her become a voice for the voiceless.
You see, it's really simple.
Just focus on now, I promise you you will find any answer to any doubt. Who am I?
Why am I here? What am I doing? What are my dreams? What are my goals?
Why am I pursuing what I'm pursuing? Oh dear God. Can someone hear what I'm saying?
Say it,
someone can.
And you see that's a gift
greater than richie. Rich
who uh
was a good kid and eat all his vegetables.
But mama never taught him their life.
It is a struggle.
It takes hustle and bustle to gain a little muscle.
It takes fight to make things right.
It takes pain to make gains,
it takes heart to make art and it takes love to make change.
So do you really wanna know the secret weapon?
Wake up every morning and count your blessings?
When you forget,
remember death
and those who have passed and the marks that they've left,
you see, Gandhi set an eye for an eye, makes the whole world blind.
But who am I?
Why am I to blame?
I can't make a difference. I can't make change.
You see, this is where it all starts
in your mind
and in your heart,
this world needs you
whether you like it
or not
cold
shit.
Well, tell me something else.
When Donald Trump thinks his ass can sign up for president,
you are needed now more than ever.
And you too will be affected during the catastrophic weather.
Whether the weather is cold, whether the weather is hot,
things ain't gonna change unless you take a shot.
So raise up your glasses and hear me roar.
Shout out to my brother, the spiritual herbivore who lives in the absence of greed,
hate and jealousy and lives in the presence of peace, love and humility.
Tolerance is needed in this toxic pond.
So, were we less?
Yeah.