Sketches of Pain

They say, or at least they say that they say

That reality is only what your mind chooses to believe

If thats true, believe this

I dont rap, I talk rhythm into a mic

I try to enlight and let my soul take flight

I cant describe it, cause its more like a feeling

To grab a mic and touch every soul up in the building

To fill a room with love from the floor to the ceiling

Where aint nobody shooting and there aint nobody killing

I cant describe it but you feel it in the air

Its the thump of the base, its the snap of the snare

I cant describe it cause its more like a feeling

A future with me and no mics, I dont see it

Its hip hop and this is all that I know

I plug the mic into the speaker give these people a show

It seems these days everybody is a scholar

Not because they love knowledge because they love dollars

I feel bad for those who live and die for their possessions

Know nothing, know it all answering the wrong questions

Like this, dude I know at university school

Works hard gets As but the boy is a fool

He doesnt get people, hes uncomfortable around them

Couldnt find a square hole, so he tried to fit in a round one

Bad move, but the boy stays patient

It aint about education college is a corporation

So when I dont feel like dealing with the world that surrounds me

My Radiohead video tech bumps loudly

And proudly without giving a blink

Shit, my life is too short to care about what you think

I just open my brain, drip ink like rain

And I sit down describing these sketches of pain

Sometimes I feel my life is just one long day

Like Im on the right track but Im riding wrong train

What does the song say, and they scream to the youth

Get up, stand up you know its the truth

All day Leon Trotskis preach revolution

Waiting for singers and rappers to offer a solution

It can weep for you, it can grieve for you

It can open your eyes, but it cant see for you

Its just music and it wont change the world

People got to do it, every boy every girl

f*ck Darwin, we got to carry one another

Every woman is your sister, every man is your brother

The day we the people decide to stand united

There aint a government in the world that can fight it

The day we the people decide to stand united

There aint a bloody army in the world that can fight it

And you know this, man.