Archive for August, 2008

I’m so sick of the shit that’s played on the radio
Am I supposed to love it? I really fucking hate it, though
The way they go and take a flow and beat it to submission
Is a smack in the face of the paint that’s my nutrition
There’s no haze inside my vision, I know I’m at the bottom
But even from my place, I look up and see a problem
Will nobody come to solve it out of fear for being looked at
Is there anybody brave enough to go and take the book back
A text book road to riches that needs it’s pages torn out
Because the path is common and the pavement is all worn out
When did riches take the scorn out and fame replace the passion?
When did rhymes become a scheme and a carnival attraction?
When did it stop to matter if there’s essence in your wording?
Why do some of these abusers feel they’re always so deserving?
It’s enough to drive me crazy, it’s so god damn unnerving
And it’s even worse to think that it’s never called concerning
Cause if you go about discerning that one rhyme from another
A third will sound the same cause they’re painted the same color
And those of us that suffer are the one’s who love it deeply
The people who obsess about it and love it so completely
Fuck tying this up neatly with a happy beat and rhythm
Don’t ever dance to this but question what is given
Stop taking what I love and conforming it for money
Cause those of us that care only find you sad and funny

The world always asks for strength when all I have is weakness
Sometimes I have to ask if I am strong enough to beat this
Cause looking at the pieces can be a bit confusing
It’s hard to find the soothing when you know a storm is brewing
What is it that I’m doing? What is it I’m not saying?
Why is it that there’s always fear behind the words I’m praying?
When you come to me for saving, why is it I’m decaying?
What is it down inside of me that brings about this fading?
Cause I’ve given up the hating, the anger and the raging
I’ve tried to be more giving than ever being taking
But, now, this heart is racing as my thoughts are spinning crazy
I need to find a calm for her before it leaves me breaking

It’s amazing, in this fear, though, how I strive to persevere
I used to run and hide every time the hurt got near
But something in her tears makes me feel a little stronger
Like maybe I can stand up, for just a little longer
And use the strength to warm her until everything is better
Then I’ll quietly collapse but never let the weakness get her
If every storm we weather can be placed upon my shoulders
Then maybe she can be ok and I can be her soldier
Maybe I can be the one, the single guy she needs
Maybe I can make her smile with tears of joy on cheeks
Maybe I can keep her safe when the world would fall to pieces
Maybe I can be the one, but maybe I am weakness

Notes: It’s a little weak, but I just needed to get some thoughts out.