400 - Shing02

400!

split in twain the 800 lies of society

400!

letters simmered in the self and let the words sink in

400!

word of mouth over beats nullify mass media

The lead point brush, sitting under a tree

The sunshine exposes feelings cast away

Work my way through crowded emotions to reach the innermost core

The world we have created today

Surrounded by fear of catastroph

Feeling totally helpless unable to find th purpose, living in vain

So I meditate on the true definition of work

A cause to devote your body and soul

Plus the reality of paying bills

The right tools, time, and environment

Are not enough to realize a vision

Broken dreams, forced labor, everything is for a meal

Money infesting every mind, savings bound to get jacked

So some wanna quit being human?

how silly

Blood, flesh, and bones don’t perish that easy

Time to wake up the inner spirit

Recall the childhood dream right here

Goals only the youth can achieve, but the system dictates to respect authority

End up killing curious minds and potential

Pledge allegiance to the new flag proposing fresh values

Store the energy to revolt

Singlehandedly directing brothers and rogues

The other hand grabbing the tail of the beast behind the curtain

Dumb adults running the show today better watch their backs tomorrow

A word for the kids too:

«Until you’re independent, you’re always a kid»

But if you can finish a full meal you’re already a role model to some

Until you can feed two mouths you can’t even support a woman

When you’re responsible for the third you’re the sole chief of a family tribe

So know your path while you’re single, prepare for decision

Cover the necessities, raise your hands if you do your own dishes and laundry

Old men who can’t even handle computers calling the shots

No clue how to handle the youth, they’re scared to tell you the truth

But they ignore the sore spot, no plans to act but pretend to be down

Is that all you can offer?

That’s why the real communication lies

Between the same generation across different generations

Not vice versa

Recognize the critical issues and minds before the deadline

There’s no fancy theme or glory to what’s happening next

Just kids in this nation putting thier lives on the line

Best believe one soul can make a difference in a hunderd others

Cut the bs, the rebel strikes back, armed with art