At times I question my ability
With structure and creativity
If the values of my passion become lost amongst this infamy
This pressure becomes a symphony hitting every note of insecurity
But this is odd for proficiency strangles my mind viciously
For to give in would spread like a rash of humiliation,
And a false separation from my occupation of obligation
Creating a nation in desperation due to lack of confirmation
This success can be accomplished through the practice of observation
But nowadays hope fades out like anchorman(?) cries for help
And the only thoughts that are considered are the ones that lie beneath your scalp
So when that trust becomes selfish is served like a cold dish
I mean what would you like if you were granted just one wish would it be,
Infinite riches or become the last to be deceased?
Or would you cure a deadly disease or request for world peace?
None the least we feast in the belly of the beast and cease to realise the troubles in these mischievious streets
As if that were blind ignorant or just not concerned
Just know what you learned because burn when these issues are adjourned
Imagine a future purified in righteous ways placed and praised in the constant shine of the suns rays
New days, we dont back out to submission
And stand with conviction in the flame of opposition,
Cause I fear what our society has now become, young-dumb-numb broken down to a single crumb
Afraid that the seed that i conceive will bleed the need to believe that success can be achieved and become a part of life as we breathe
See I still held hope,
Cause I refuse to allow my people to be abused misused sacrificed as news so I choose never to lose my concentration
Even if I'm damned to segregation, but I'll be damned that on this occasion
I'll let my beliefs be burned in damnation
Cause its this damnation that oppresses its own potential
So I ask myself how can bliss ever be written with a pencil?
So I guess its useless to ever assess(?) that bliss can change this
So at times I question my ability
With structure and creativity
If the values of my passion become lost amongst this infamy

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