So what you wanna talk about
Wanna talk about your days
As they fall in and out
Wanna shout out loud about
The things that don’t make sense
so ya merely cross em out
So lets try it, don’t deny it
My request for you
Please comply it
Cuz it could be the best for you
The test for you is if
You knew about the right
Placing thermite in the tower
Right before the flight hit the
Tower on the right
It made day seem like night
Everybody knew that it was
time for a fight all of us
Turning to the house of white
We were all in a fright, man
So we turn to the powerful white man
Cuz hes the one with the plan
Hes the one that’s constantly on
And now hes on again
And how can he be the one st the
Front of the bow pointing the gun
And furrowing his brow
And why should I trust this unjust group of lust
Its lookin to the benji’s as the target of its thrust
And if you must know
To let your thoughts go
We’re bein paid like slaves and workin like ho’s
I find it discerning that I’m payin my earnings
To a plutocracy that wants to keep the oil burning
Is the point of everything to point everything another way
To point everything to answers that come another day
To my dismay
Everything’s pointing to the likes of a bad day
And by the way I gotta say,
I don’t wanna find myself caught up in the fray.

So keep steady cuz its time to look ahead, and me?
I personally verse me, myself.
I know life descisions that I make can affect my health.
And I take caution often, and when I’m coughin
You can bet that I don’t let a cigarette smoke make me nauseous,
And I’ve never forgotten that I’ve got
The realization that premeditation that I make,
Not often in haste, will usually be made snoozin‘.
Cuz when reality flows like groovin’ music
I know its in my dreams,
cuz my dreams sometimes seem like
Another source of reality, but of course
Reality’s another source of perception.
In which direction do we direct our attention to?
How do we know that its not just another reflection of perception?
and from our conception, what you hear
What you hold dear, what you fear, what your told,
Whats new and old, who you’ve turned out to be
Will either come out weak or bold. If you don’t think about who you are, you’re nobody.
That’s why I listen to my dreams
Cuz it seems like you may be
Soughin at the notion that I feel like I eat my thoughts out of a tough
And I’ve got a knot in my head that comes back now and then
It keeps my mind from flowing loosely so I try to think obtusely
Cuz if another train of the brain comes by, I try to always run by it’s side

Cuz I can’t hide from whats already inside my mind

And my thoughts are never preprogrammed like a robot,
They sometimes go bad, but I’ve dealt with them
And I don’t welcome them
Although I’ve felt them I don’t let them consume me
Cuz sometimes the train of the brain takes a ride that ends up like a bad movie
And presumably speaking, I know I shouldn’t cry out in vain
when my head’s dissin me, it feels like my head is leaking.
I set fourth on a mental mission, and
Although my face’s disposition is calm,
Sometimes its like my head is goin off like a bomb.
The sixth sense of conciseness is steaming down my spinal chord
And onto my chest
Like a hidden emotional vest, my emotions are a part of conciseness.

So what you wanna talk about?