Hoofprints In The Sand

I've seen a monkey evolve into a man

I've seen a man devolve into a monkey

I've seen a junkie redeem himself with help

I've seen a wealthy man melt into the snow and blow his credit on a decongestant

The dyslexics breathe easy

The people in the top tax bracket just keep looking for freebies

Thumbing their noses at those in need of handouts

I'm talkin' panhandlers with secondhand clothes, living hand to mouth

Camping out on Capitol Hill

The fat cats are still insisting reparations be a jagged little pill

Today there's free vaccinations at the walk-in clinic

If you're lucky, you won't just be a guinea pig

Call me a cynic

I find it interesting how certain epidemics spread

More specifically - where they don't and who isn't affected

Yeah, I'm infected with a curious nature

The welcome mat said, "God bless this home," not "God damn thy neighbor"

They can repeat history but can't recycle paper

They don't see the forest or the trees, just skyscrapers

Towels of Babel in a town full of cattle

When I question brand loyalty, the crowd is bedazzled

But I'll never be hoodwinked, I'm mindful of the footprints

The shape of the hoof, the way the path in the wood splits

The author of the book, the origin of the crucifix

The waitress looking for tips and the place where the cook spits

This is where I was when the bomb dropped

Hiding from the uninvited onslaught

I've seen people who don't believe in sleep count sheep

With calculators that double as alarm clocks

From Noah's Ark all the way to Rosa Parks

To black folk pushing white agendas inside of an office with flow charts

Technology ain't shit, we feed off the fruit

When I stuff leaves of absence in my briefcase, follow suit

Spill the liquid from your double fisted escapade

Kill kids with the drunken misfits in your Escalade

It's gruel for the food fight and foreign aid

Bream 'em down and build 'em back up with what you throw away

Administering band aids on amputated limbs

Kissing 'em with air raids, and your lips gave 'em infections

Too many closed doors led to back drafts

Now the spring edition of fashion catalogues feature gasmasks

How becoming on these lanky models

They can't look truth in the mirror without a pair of safety goggles

Hold the bobble head, insert the feeding tube

Even if they stop breathing, make sure they keep eating food

Do the Schiavo

Mouth opened wide like a perverse psycho circus side show

Forgive me not, my patterns stay impartial to apologies

Despite a polite side of mine that says, "I'm so sorry"

Adding flame infinitum for your eternal fuel tank

My higher power doesn't need to be thanked

Thanks anyway, that's from him to me to you

I don't mind being the middle man, someday I might need one, too

I'm at the fire

Where are you?

I'm at the fire

Where the hell are you?

I've seen a man devolve into a monkey

I've seen a monkey evolve into a man

I've seen it all, upside down, in-between, inside out

It's neither here nor there, hoofprints in the sand

I've fallen head first into the pit of my stomach

Taught to trust my gut, got no trust in the gutless

Save some hope for the hopeless, but I won't show it

Shoot my load in an opus, now it's an open casket

Going to Hades in a hand basket

Holding onto a dream, but lately we can't grasp it

There's been too much murder and not enough martyr

Why is it no one else wants to impress Jodie Foster?

[x3:]

I'm at the fire

We're at the fire

Where are you? Where are you?

You can't have revolution without evolution, huh?

You can't have evolution without velution, huh?

You can't have velution without elution, huh?

You can't have elution without lution, huh?

You can't have lution without ution, huh?

You can't have ution without tion, huh?

You can't have tion without ion, huh?

You can't have ion without on, huh?

You can't have on without n, huh?

Seriously I know that you pray when the chips are down

But act different when there are atheists around

Have suspicions that make you think you'll drown

All alone in the middle of a crowd

I'd be a liar if I said I never had to beg

Doubled over with my knees bent touching my head

Stuck in a bed, dealing with all of these evil visions

Running from the dead in a fetal position

Needing assistance from a nurse

She said, "Tell me where it hurts"

These words are gonna make my belly burst

So I mentally revert to all the enemies I've cursed

Running through my memories in reverse

I said bring that beat back, man, bring that beat back

A flash ain't enough time for me to recap

I'm a bastard sometimes, don't think I don't see that

Laughing at the dumb, blind, the deaf to the knee slaps

Cracking punch lines for the sake of some green stacks

Passion for the rhyme can be cheapened by feedback

I shut my eyes and proceed to go dream catch

But a troubled mind can't seem to fall asleep fast

I cut my ties like the way that a fiend acts

Go into overdrive and get caught in a speed trap