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To an Instrumental

I dream of spitting to instrumentals

letting go of the physical, exercising my inner mental

soaking up knowledge, they say the brains lika sponge

it soaks up everything not just some

it absorbs situations, but you must differentiate

between good and evil, you must lose your inner hate

i am no exception, i just talk of what i know

if my lifes a blessing then its disguised as woe

im a human that is nothing extra ordinary

just a sack of bones and organs that barely

can get along with an organism of the same species

because of race, color, or beliefs we

are nothing different than the animals we feed upon

we fuck, we eat, we sleep, full of greed and wrong

i ask for a breathe of fresh air

from the shootings, murderous doings, and the fear

that falls upon a child just playing on the street

snatched away!! parents wonder, will we ever again meet?

the threat of wars painted by the news

sick of that too its just full of others points of view

i guess i just wanna do the same, but dont we all

i mean being heard isnt that why the birds call

becasue we all just want to share whats in our inner mental

only difference is i just wanna do it spitting to some instrumentals