Feel pain in heart burdened with excess stress
No relief in sight unless you look to the future
Don't live in the past because it will entrap you
In a prison that can be escaped once mind is refocused
Reloaded ammunition into life gun and shoot for the stars
Spit bars of hope instead of spend time and money in bars
Barred from that existence is what the outcome should be
Let income accumulate to build the American Dream
And stop having nightmares filled with fright and terror
Welcome To The Terrordome blaring from speakers made for deaf ears
Maybe one day listening instead of babbling may end the battling
but ears are filled with was made of parrafin
Paraphasing paragraphs prepared for perpetual motion
Mountains out of molehills made mental notes of commotion
Not sure why these words appear on these pages
Maybe it's a way to deal with anger and rage
Slave to master 'bout to make escape into dark
Might hurt heart but life needs resuscitating
Hip hop not dead, I am hip hop
I am soul, I am rock and roll
I am neo-soul, like Neo in The Matrix trilogy
Looking for The One except eyes have seen too many
Empty feeling with two so now is the time to go underground
With railroad, with hip hop, with pipelines
Not sniffing white lines or telling white lies
Truth in coded language only a select few will understand
Who won't undermine or underappreciate
Or make mistakes the basis of existence
Facing resistance, flee into the woods
Following streams of consciousness to new land, new time, new person

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"A woman's life is love, a man's love is life..."
-----Phonte




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