I had a dream about her the other night- The one with the unforgettable smile, and a body I recall was out of sight See, she fancied me for whatever the reason, And for whatever reason I never treated her right. She could have done a lot better, man. Honestly, I don't remember a single day with her when I saw bad weather And she might've gave me mono - 'kay, she probably did But my feather's didn't ruffle, and the pills helped a little bit- Yo, anyway, the dream. It contained a lot of photos that I think were never actually taken Regardless, it rehashed so many memories I doubt that I could wrangle Any given day when I was awake and damn were they good to see. A bit unfortunate for me, Considering dreams, yeah, they don't last long at all. Well, at least the good ones don't. At least my good ones don't, at least my good one's don't... Know that, now I know that that Now I know know that, now I know that that, now I.. I ain't dream about this one for days And glad that's the case For you see, we've been moving at a dismal pace So much so, it doesn't even feel like a chase But just two raisin cakes that are drifting in space And I gotta tell ya, Tagging along is lousy When the one you want to tag has judgment so cloudy And yet, I'm cool as a cucumber with it Last time that we did it, I was given a time limit! (And) That don't do much for esteem that you don't really have, I gotta face it: I've wasted my fair share of minutes and patience Only to touch base on an inconsistent basis. She was never mine, but I don't know if she knew I was hers, up until she went and banged another dude Now, maybe she didn't want it to be And that could be the case, I just wish somebody could've informed me... This verse shouldn't be such a chore For it's not like I haven't ever been here before Though, whatever it's worth, I can't seem to recall it being a breeze Or a piece of cake. 'Kay? You see, that isn't me And it won't be. Can't be, 'cause - Well, it could be, but the likelihood is little to none. Understand man, when it began I wanted to tap-dance And now I'm draggin' my feet and resorting to jazz plants Oh my, how the sands have shifted In my hands, whether or not the plan had twisted In a tangent attached to the wind that's drifted Even further out of reach than what I could've expected Composure is kept, just the herd is getting dense, Making all of 'em much harder to hold. I've heard a lot of things, but one morsel that I was never told Is the apple of your eye will eventually mold. And I find it kind of strange That the writer and advice-giver are one in the same, but now I...

Indentured servants in the Amazon are cutting down trees – Dilapidating forest so they’ll get some money to eat Because there’s no other means to get the presidents It’s evident, though, they’ll walk away with less than an Abe a piece Man, they’re slaving in the blistering heat So if you’re complaining about your 8-hour shift, try 15 And that’s 7 days a week – Illiterate adolescents and men doing all they can for pitiful ends The men can’t read, either Sleeping’s at a minimum Just to wake and turn the page like Mr. Seger Rise and grind the mind to resemble the stumps That have ended up surrounding animals that have died due to TIMBERRRRRR Going on from spring to winter Never heard of internet, never heard of spinners Born into an environment that almost guarantees loss Try’na rise above it all and be a winner See, the liquor is the only escape Diluting visions of their mental prisons, sticking to diligent land rape And man, ain’t it somethin’, that in states over the sea People drive SUV’s in suburbs with three TV’s ...and that’s only in the front seat Smug-pumpin’ yuppie motherfucks ignore pleads on the streets That’s a problem in itself, but instead of givin’ a bit I bet the whips’ll be equipped with bass that really hits Alas, priorities lay in material gain We’re in need of a serious change before we’re inane It appears you’re building a fort on the tracks of a train The same one that carries dozens of immigrants everyday Hey, they’re losing limbs and lives for a meager chance to strive While value over here’s only with a tagged price And to have ice is mad cool - Pardon! - I think it’s cold and all wrong like dyslexic tattoo artists Hard isn’t weaponry, holdin’ for the hell of it Hard is being yourself and speaking something relevant Hard is the labor goin ‘ on as I am tellin’ this And everything I’m telling is void of any embellishing Pelicans are eating better than some of the residents There ain’t a sec of hesitance The lesson is – if you’re to get one out of this – That citizens should Take an eye off the money and put it into a book That’s some Food For Thought. I’m not alright, but I'll get by Somehow Any way that I can. I gotta fend for myself any way that I can. (Love, peace, joy, and harmony) That is what I’m looking for, and what I’m trying to get

Dark days, dark nights, dark moods Winter chill with the frozen foods He takes time to contemplate and drink his booze - We all know those relationship blues. It's been a month since they slept together And for the last couple of nights, he's been crashin' on the leather Breakin' dishes at the end of his tether And sheds tears at the photos when moments were better. "Where we going?", the question's on his lips Together for years, but now there's holes in the script Battling depression, try'na gain a grip Now the water's overflowing...does he abandon the ship or what? He's the type with pride Class's it a weakness if he's open and confides To the woman he loves - he's never doubted that And yet that pride in his side is a factor to why the love will die Gets right by throwin' himself into work He feels he needs to leave but hates to see his woman hurt He's runnin out of options - all they do is fight Not quite the life he envisioned when he met her that night, ya know? It had to be done, the cases are by the door Time to say goodbye, he can't take no more But he can't bring himself to have a face to face confrontation He knows he did nothin' wrong. Did he leave? Well listen to the rest of the song... ----------------------- Bright days, bright nights and moods Is what she was trying to get and all she wanted to pursue Through a stroke of luck, things, they began to look up Yup, out the blue she was glued to the eyes of a dude who Didn't look at her like all the rest do And he wasn't equipped with pickup lines flatter than empty Crest tubes Normally shy, he approached and - so astute - With his remote control, he glanced around the room, then pressed "Mute" So he could really get to know her, and for her, well, this was new - To converse with a guy that wasn't an emotional buffoon She had had a couple drinks, but even so, the way she giggled Was so fucking refreshing that it shook her up a little It had heated up so quickly, she wasn't sure how to feel But she simply couldn't deny the chemistry was unreal It was genuine and earnest - It was just what she had wanted, same for him, so it soon became an occurrence. Now, prior to this engagement, she Had a fella' that would argue with her non-stop until they fell asleep When they first got together, he would never chastise But it didn't take long for that ship to capsize He'd been drinking, thinking his thoughts and actions were no different They were so different though, that it caused her to grow distant So she called it off some time ago, despite all she invested And yet, it appears that he left another message...

It's like hello, and it's like hey like, "Hey, wait a minute, wait a sec.." I didn't think there was gonna be a part two But you've left an indelible mark, and that's hard to argue It is hard to claw through, and it's hard to part with On a Thursday afternoon, leg crossed on a park bench A pen is in the hand, straight scribblin' nonsense 'til the words make rhymes and I'm back on the offense And, lady, you are in for a rare treat - I've removed my cleats from the tops of your bare feet With skin torn and peeled, I am but a coarse heel, Humbled at the notion of the well-guarded force-field That I managed to slip by a couple of times When there were high hopes the smiles would last longer But I've come to realize, Trust is one of those things making the guards of the force-field stand a little stronger.. And now see, what really bends my strings Is that we're both apart of this social networking thing, In where a simple sentence gets the other party hot 'Cause a few too many cooks can spoil a good pot Well, that's what I've gathered, at least - Aside from certain things you've written that are glaringly obvious to me: I know that I'm the roots wrapped around your slender frame That you want to cut cathartically as soon as can be But look, I'm try'na beat a dead horse deader With a faulty antenna that don't get high-def. I digress, to do what I think I do best 'Cause I've already lost a great deal of self-respect I'm a worn-out welcome, and I know I can't stay But I'll still pay if we go to breakfast today Besides that, I don't know what else to say Except I'm sorry that I ever even got in your way.

A bit down too much for his skill set He's ill Even though he feels he ain't killed yet And still After scribbling an opening line, He'll go ahead and revise it about 5 or 6 times. 'Cause it's gotta be exactly what he heard in his head - If it isn't? No scribbling for weeks on end. Now sometimes, he gets so deep in his thoughts He gets lost, so he needs to breathe deep and pause Before he jumps ship into frozen terrain. He'll dial up the seldom people that remember his name Reading over what he scribbled earlier that day In the hopes they understand what he was trying to say. Regardless the average thoughts that he thinks of his words, He's told - in all honesty - it's the dopest they've heard. He tends to ask, "Really?", and they all say, "Yes" Then they ask him what he calls it, and he usually says.. (This is Hip Hop) This is what I do I said, this is what I do It's much bigger than me It's much bigger than you But the truth is A lot of sad suckers, they just don't got a clue... Time to get prepared for the gig - He thinks about just what he wants to kick Starts with this acapella that he spits so quick So they know off the bat he don't sound like shit! See, he knows how fast the folks can lose interest Going from blissful to listless He's wise to keep that abreast, and yet, he don't get nervous Hell, the nerve-wracking part is just writing all the verses! This is an exercise In the expression of what's on his mind through rhyme and He's not too concerned if it flies with ease Personal validation's the main kind that he needs He puts on a 3-piece suit and tie Which he's finding kind of funny, he's just not sure why Jumps on a stage half a foot off the floor And soon recites what he wrote the night before... (ch) Set finishes - they keep clappin' Gathers up his things and some give dap, but He barely makes time to acknowledge it - Grateful, yes, he's just never been good at taking compliments. Being polite though, he thanks 'em greatly 'Cause they're saying everything he needed to hear lately And it's one thing to have it coming from your friends But another from someone you might never see again. Putting it like that, the night was successful Got the people to dig it on a whole level that they never knew - Evolution of his style will keep his chin up more than any generated revenue Could do or, did or, Any way you mix and match it: It's raw energy exerted in the midst of madness Merely a fractional collection of bits and fragments That always rotate so the flow is never stagnant. Before long, in rolls a new days dawn Like, "Hello!" He greets it with headphones on This fellow is aware that, Even though they said it was the dopest they had heard, he cannot stop there So, A new beat wakes him up quicker than quick And the song won't change 'til something gets writ He pulls out the notebook, pulls out the pen And begins this arduous adventure again...