Sketches of Pain

They say, or at least they say that they say

That reality is only what your mind chooses to believe

If that’s true, believe this

I don’t rap, I talk rhythm into a mic

I try to enlight and let my soul take flight

I can’t describe it, cause it’s 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 ain’t nobody shooting and there ain’t nobody killing

I can’t describe it but you feel it in the air

It’s the thump of the base, it’s the snap of the snare

I can’t describe it cause it’s more like a feeling

A future with me and no mics, I don’t see it

It’s 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 A’s but the boy is a fool

He doesn’t get people, he’s uncomfortable around them

Couldn’t find a square hole, so he tried to fit in a round one

Bad move, but the boy stays patient

It ain’t about education college is a corporation

So when I don’t 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 I’m on the right track but I’m riding wrong train

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

Get up, stand up you know it’s 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 can’t see for you

It’s just music and it won’t change the world

People got to do it, every boy every girl

Fucked already, 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 ain’t a government in the world that can fight it

The day we the people decide to stand united

There ain’t a bloody army in the world that can fight it