The quickest way to kill your future is by mourning the past
A thought I often struggle to grasp
“These are wallflower perks” she said to me, with a laugh
Brow too high for such low contrast
Lives so compact they fit neat in your pocket
Wondering, if the other shoe is ever dropping
What’s it mean, if your house, isn’t worth the haunting?
Off into the quiet, lost out in the nothing
Shed more tears in this year alone
Then I ever felt I did, in the prior 31
For every person passed, there’s a torch to carry on
That’s 6 I’ve amassed in the last 7 months
More than just a hunch that I’m not done yet
Not being negative, just realistic
No preparing for a storm when it hits this quick
We just take the closest shelter and hope for the best

Knowledge of self, is a wealth undivided
Because I Love me, I can Love anybody
Because I Love me, I can Love anybody
Because I Love ME

People closeted with feelings, scared to show emotion
Only bubbles to the surface when imbibing liquid potions
Riding highs and lows is just a part of this life
I wouldn’t ever take a pill that would deny me that right
But if you’re in the same fight, and I see that it helps
Who am I to judge the goods that you pick from the shelves
Piloting these flesh cells, unique individuals
Each with their own codes, goals and rituals
Habitual line steppers, to random and kind measures
Wearer of Coogi sweaters, to thug life tatt bearers
Killagain gram getters, in school wasn’t top letter
Alphabet boys, wanna tap, like a damn kegger
Measure by measure, share my opinions like backwoods
If you gotta explain it, could it really be that good?
I should dumb it down, but my mind it won’t let me
You can’t stop police brutality with a Pepsi

The beat breaks, opens up, leaves the guts exposed
It’s “Pomp & Circumstance” for the prim and proper prose
Is that too eloquent? Let me give it to you slow
Came to drop bars, like Boost Mobile phones
Sending drones to your homes, goods ordered from the couch
Why support the little guy? Who wants to leave the house?
Way things are going now, killing human interactions
Blank faces, staring at weapons of mass distraction
Penny for your caption, a dime for your mind
Standing in the phone booth, recalling the time
But I lost all sense (cents), nobody’s on the line
Been disconnected, hash tags are pound signs?
The message underlying is the overall theme
Never stop learning, knowledge, wisdom reigns supreme
Sheep make sheep, not originality
So believe in your mind, “thoughts become things”