Homesafe Deca

"Now try this one..."

I've never seen the wind, but seen it’s effects
Through the years, through blood, tears, and liters of sweat
Here to recollect the visions that the dreamer forgets
A lot of wisdom there, hidden in the things we neglect
A lot of kindred souls that I'll never meet in the flesh
See the lost ones posturing and beating their chest
Taking aim at nearly everything perceived as a threat
Keep your head screwed on tight, and demons in check
Any given day, catch the bard sharpening sticks
To press through the heart of creatures from the darkest abyss
The art of the grift, in every ad you're targeted with
Save the artifice, and multi-level marketing pitch
All the new-age new-speak, the Kool-Aid’s too sweet
Enough to rot teeth, walk the street with a new lease
On life since I climbed out a hole in the Earth
How to stay composed with the planet going berserk
You consume - you become; Rule of thumb
Gain the world, lose your tongue; Or move as one
Set the tone right, I'll handle the meal prep
Live in full effect over beats that Dealz chef'd
'Round the clock, neck-deep in the crates
Cooking something for the seeds, pushing P's on their plate
Not for war like Eagles, or the secretive snake
Let's keep it moving at a feverish pace
Go to work
Talk to spirits like Roland Kirk
It might blow up, but won't be served by the Soda Jerk
Know your worth, stay alert, and pay attention
They emulate, then play dumb when the name's mentioned
Save the flowers, I’ve seen the influence here
And wear an S on my chest like a boutonniere
Let’s clear the air again, heroes and heroins
Rear-naked-choked-back tears cloaked in arrogance
Check your ears, I hear no comparisons
It's wearing thin, a lot of wear and tear on limbs
Nothing I can grin and bear after years of working
Fingertips to the chalk-white bone to build something
I could call my own, but not mine alone, and not created in a vacuum
Or in a sterile laboratory there, incubating in a glass womb
With heads like balloons, soaking up the gas fumes
This and that one are pushing a false plot
All cap, it’ll gain green and then fall off
New tunes for hand-to-hand distribution
I swear no solemn oaths to Man's institutions
You consume - you become; Rule of thumb
Gain the world, lose your tongue; Or move as one
Either way, hope you're heeding the war call
The same tired imagery's repeating like Warhol’s
That's worth saying twice, I survey the sights
And pray for better days, blue sky, and rays of light
Bread alone won't suffice, I know that much
Dodging knives, bullets, brass knuck's and Mac trucks