Music is a way
to control the airways

Gives a working class person a chance
To work their way up aka advance

I want to use it as something differently
to be able to influence mind’s politically

For you see our young are always watching, listening
All they hear is selfish people rapping and singing

About drugs, alcohol, sex and selfies
About how they cool cause they are wealthy

Or you get the ones who talk about their own problems
Yelling at us, like we can solve them

Maybe they started out with good intentions
got caught up in the game, lost the process of inventions

Cause they use the same old three beats
change a couple lyrics, put it on repeat

That’s what the manager tells them to do
So that they can sell the newest album to you

These people lead with selfish interest
They don’t care about you or the rest

Such a waste of the power of the mic
So I am taking it, telling them to take a fucking hike

Now that I have the mic in my hand
I promise to fulfill my life’s plan

It goes a little something like this
I won’t lead with an iron fist

I will lead by acting with love which is braver
I am not claiming to be the saviour

For there are millions of people just like me
All they want is for our world to be set free

Where we can raise our children, our family
In a place of grace, a perfect harmony

Where we have a connection with the mother earth and the heavenly sky
Some people call this crazy, I don’t understand why

Where instead of seeing buildings everywhere
We see green grass, trees and people actually share

Where we are patient enough to watch things grow
Instead of wrecking havoc on everything for dough

Where instead of teaching our children how to get ready for the real world
We teach them about love, nature, and how man’s heart went cold

Where they can form a new future that is compassionate and caring
Where we don’t think a person is friendly just for sharing

For this is what should be the code, the rule
This is what should be considered cool

But somewhere along the line we lose our way
So find that inner child in you that has something to say

“You adults you play with your brains and your money
But if you played with your hearts our world would be as sweet as honey”

Instead of us dividing ourselves up by our different looks
We band together through the knowledge of books

Instead of fighting to keep oil alive and well
We break free from this satanic spell

And we connect with the divine spirit
If you stop, I know you will feel it

And get ready cause these movements going to happen either way

Music is a way to control the airways
Gives a working class person a chance