I gave up on writing, like I did fighting, lost the strength, to go the length, follow what I believe in, dismissed what I'm achieving, with every song I created, like a newborn I'm elated, what a beautiful gift, meant to help uplift, the whole globe, with all my heart and soul, afterall music transcends language, soothes the pain and anguish, when ur feeling lost and alone, blast the radio get stoned and in the zone, til all ur problems melt away, u find urself unafraid, ur focus changed, altho some lyrics are strange, ain't no rhyme or reason, mumble rappers committing treason, where's the rhythm and poetry, whether woefully or hopefully, we need passion and purpose, instead of gangsters promoting drugs and murders, not doing me any favors, acting like ur average Joe next door neighbor, the people want other worldly, why has gay become synonymous with girly, I hate stereotypes and assumption, we have forgotten the power and responsibility of consumption, I know the truth isn't always pleasant, but like Whoopi got the Sister Act 2 class to sing "better wake up and pay attention"!
Joe Conscious
