Mistaken Enemy

Mar 16, 2008 - 17:17 PM PST

Mistaken enemy, loving these obscenities, obsolete identities, I'm looking for a man to be, finding me, living life so free that I, transform, emerge reborn, life has turned, I got burned but no I'm back to spit this track, 'bout what I lack. I spit it whack, but I recover, stolen future, broken lover. Our talents surfaced and burn the color like sun in my eyes, what a surprise, a bum can write, give me a mic and watch me ignite. I see babies drowning in alcoholic parents, and when they become children, it becomes apparent theres a problem but no time to solve 'em. I see lines to wel-fare that lead to the door, I see intercity streets bound by bodies on the floor. A lost generation the world seems to fail. No new lands to walk, no more new seas to sail. Posting bail for your soul, trying for a rescue, ending in catastrophe, broken lenses end lending looking at the world, and cutting down the cash tree. It leaves leaves leaving location forced by wind creation. Music cracks the barrier between war and peace lets bring the second one to the middle east. I see post poetic procreation creating surplus population flooding the nation with over consumption, killing the economy the dollar is nothing but an idea based off an assumption that government currency is actually backed by something. But that ain't the case, work load erase, Fame and fortune defaced. I don't care what people say, I don't care if I suck, If I'm happy writing lyrics then I don't give a fuck. No fun left to have, no more drugs to use, I can no longer escape the permission I abuse. The capital is failing, and falling from the industry, the worker stands forgotten and working for his liberty. Slave labor, getting nothing for our time, free me from my chains and cut the rope that binds. Let me search my mind, to find some kind of closure, maximum exposure, killing on disclosure, censor me not, don't watch the clock we make it stop, respect our way. Wake up, Love your Life, live your day.