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hiproclamition brining the rukus like they did befor me.
 cant trust us just move to the beat.
life sucks thus we complete this feat.
deplete te source of this pain maybe then this life wouldnt be in vein.
meet your brain half way and find it lodged somewhere between pete rock and ghostface.
insane membranes create change finding new ways to say were strange.
im an outkast chillin most definate in my style you see this range.
 filling frontal loebs with reasons to shout scream reach up and grab a dream. only nothing will end up the way it seems,

 gotta keep thoes heads ringing
 gotta remember the sound of L boogie singing
gotta remember the dream theyve been bringing
 together hip hop will find a new begining.

every day i hear the roots of whats common sence,
an arrested development passin on their own proclamation.
with an immortal technique they looked like pharoahe"s,
to cities full of unheard voices they were from heven sent to this destination. keep it on the q-tip as we move underground,
to krs-1 reason to keep the sound without hesitation.
simply to relive the hiproclimation,
 the day when hip hop rocks a lame nation.

 gotta keep thoes heads ringing
gotta remember the sound of L boogie singing
gotta remember the dream theyve been bringing
 together one day hip hop will find a new begining.

shaking hands,
tearfull eyes,
hidden pain,
i dont understand.

time moves,
theres only today,
what about tomorrow ,
will i be ok?

words unsaid,
people unnoticed,
truth in lies,
untold in my head.

unfolding dramatics,
dead friends,
forgotten enimies,
lost addicts.

great beyond,
good place,
hells door,
a person gone.

fresh wounds,
open hearts,
lost souls,
broken apart.

infinate direction,
missing reflection,
fear and loathing,
forgotten conection.

conjecture,
lecture,
human reflector,
lost temper.

rain soked,
drenched thought,
bloody handprint,
compleatly distraught.

close finish,
eyes open,
leaking fluid,
emotionaly deminished.

i remember learning how to play jazz music as a kid.
simply learning songs so well that they could just adapt like i did.
taking something like the saints go marching in, or just twinkle twinklw little star and fixing it to my beat like  hip hop fit the street.
but long befor that you could hear thoes horns in the night air so sweet.
blues guitar crying off of a roof top some where lulling a child to sleep.
music can sweep you off your feet.
make you feel things that are unrecognizable untill you feel it.
if theres a wound music can heal it.
i wish i could go back in time when music was hot.
whe it was about giving it what you got.
the days when people didnt just play the music they immursed themselves in its twisted plot.
i can only write so many words befor they will start to translate into notes and scales.
hear the progression as the  beat leads the rythem into telling the harmony what to do as everything wales,
true life living in bold color right in front of you and your mind prevails all the better for having seen this.
music has this abbility to change everything.
like a kiss for a lover long missed.
these joys that music can bring.
now i see that much like life the music becomes more complicated.
now there are many details  to make the beauty stand for an eternity and never faded..
music but most of all the past has me jaded .
simply remembering their passion thats how you should get your gold records plated.

there is only one person here.
he has become blind though his fear is visible.
miserable yet clear are his intentions.
he mentions not standing for anything but thats his choice.
hides his vioce behind the written word  stares at these reflections and silences his noise that none wants to hear.

where is my understanding.
its under you standing only for what you want to see.
only seeing what you want hinders my dreams ,
so im standing under your understanding no longer no matter what it means.

feel chords ring from an accoustic guitar letting you know hes the only one in the room.
sounds of hope silenced by feelings of doom.
you cant find the light when encased in this emotionless tomb.
skateboards chased thought away now i sing trying to remember how to heal.

where is my understanding.
its under you standing only for what you want to see.
only seeing what you want hinders my dreams ,
so im standing under your understanding no longer no matter what it means.

walk into where he chooses to stand,a place where thought is rotten.
keeping the memories locked away has taken its toll on this man.
he didnt plan on forgetting how to feel just kept chalking it up to experience, never shed a tear for his loses, only forgot untill he became the forgotten.

without even trying he reached through the clouds and pulled god out of the sky.
looking at him with tears in his eyes he says see, this is what you created and i will not let you deny.
you defy your own laws by by telling me to forgive but condeming the wicked,why?!
he just looks at me and i remember somthing from my teenage years.
so no more lies.
now i cannot speak,
i'v lost my voice,
im speachless and redundant.
cause i love you's not enough,
im lost for words.

suddenly i realize he has no answer for my inquiries for he dosnt even know whats going on.
now just a withered old man hes lost control of the monster he has created, his mind is gone.
just stares at the wars and violence, people crying in mourning, forced silence whered did we go wrong.
not the same old song just an old story leading me to believe creation leads to chaos.
good people end up in hell, demons becom renagade angels its all a matter of being strong.
i can only condem thoes that have condemed themselves.
believe if you choose, all i can tell you is we create our own hell.

now i cannot speak,
i'v lost my vioce,
im speechless and redundant.
cause i love you's not enough,
im lost for words.


so good and evil are one in the same apparently.
gently have we evolved into a destructive force second only to nature.
i hate your simple ways of making things understood.
i wish we could stop the destruciton but we know not the force we hold making us bad for the planet even if were good to each other......, damnit?!
how would you fix this problem, fixed will it be i mean can it?
i dont know but green day seemed to make a point and whatever higher power you believe in just confuses me to the point that,
now i cannot speak,
i'v lost my voice,
im speechless and redundant.
cause i love you's not enough,
im lost for words.

whos to say theres a line between sane and crazy.
my mind can see the things your hiding from me.
its shows the things that noone knows to be.
like a blind man in his sleep i can see.
 
they wonder why i think i know everything, its not that im being rude.
umm.... could it possibly be that i actually do.
well not everything but when it comes to useless info im that dude.
like i know what a fluglebinder is do you.
 i understand philosiphy written thousands of years ago but your text message lingo i have a hard time getting through.
i can do physics on the fly,not to mention understanding the theory of transwarp beaming, if scottie was a real guy.

whatever, a line thats blurred isnt a line at all so we cross together.

i know alot about the little things you need to enjoy in life to make the nerves subside.
how to chill and enjoy the time while you can cause dramas right around the corner, you never were good at finding a place to hide.
life is a ride that has no seatbelts hold on or it will break you down untill your nothing but tattetred soul wishing you could fly.

denied have we become due to the lack of real teaching,the act of reaching out with the right answer so that the future wont forget the past from which it was supplied.
maps of what went wrong laid across their war room, all war is in vien.
a certian tactical advantage i have in my words when they boom,i will not complain.
i will refrien from believing what you tell me is normal and try to teach what i think is needed for peace to be sustained.
that is to erase this line between normal and insane,
you know get back to where we were just people all the same.

lost in plain sight is the key to ending this struggle.
simplify the solution you hold to fit any problem.
 im told this will not work.
if each problem has its own distinct way of being an annoyance,
then each solution should be different from the next.
therefore the solution can not be anything less than complex.
now the problem has been sitting there waiting growing more frustrating.
still contemplating on the matter at hand i find that there is only on way to find the key just sitting in this mess.
the harder you work the more you stress.
the only reason i have to continue, is the search for this solution.
like polution it poisons my blood stream untill i fall victim to its evil contribution.
the problem at hand theres no retrebution for the loss of thought.
the solution is simply somthing that alot of people forgot.
who we are,who were becoming.
ever changing lives hanging in the ballance of sanity and humility.
running for a cause or racing your fears, you decide and we will rebuild the stablilty of these minds to be stronger through out the years.
but first we must find what is lost in plain sight the key to ending this struggle.