I keep my message simple, but the truth remains hidden,
Because if you don’t search for the truth in it then it is forbidden.
Maybe I just don’t appeal because of the truth I say,
Maybe it’s cuz if I had the opportunity for millions I’d throw it away.
Maybe it’s because of my color, but I’d like to think,
That even though we’re on the brink,
It wouldn’t matter if I’m the paper or the ink.
Is it because of how I speak, is it something in my speech?
Is it because I don’t always like to make songs for the beats?
I plant the seed and wait for it to grow, hoping everyday so
That I can come back one day and see how high it is or low.
Is it because I speak in riddles that make sense in simplicity,
Is the real message so complex that they aren’t understandin me?
I keep spittin out barrages, but the bullets won’t pierce the shield,
I feel like I’m rushing into open fire in an empty field.
Cuz that’s all music is, a battlefield where we shoot sounds,
My philosophy is if I’m not above my enemies I’m below the ground.
Perhaps it’s because I just don’t fit in with the youth today,
The way I talk, think, and act all have an impact on what I say.
I think the real reason they won’t listen is simple yet flawed,
Why would anyone listen to me when they won’t listen to God?
That’s why I keep writing, hoping to see God’s face and hear it,
The chorus of angels singing to him and to feel his spirit.
Cuz he is the air we breathe, without him we’d die,
So ask yaself this, if he doesn’t care about you then why
Does he let you live and not just send you straight home,
Why does he allow you to let live with family instead of alone?
They won’t listen, and I can move past that fact,
Cuz the others I can inspire will always pick up the slack.
The power of my mind to imagine such wonderful sights amazes me,
Tonight maybe I can finally understand what completely dazes me.
I lift my mind to the sky, forget my arms, heart or my eyes,
Cuz none of them seem to be able to hold themselves when I try to fly.