Dear America:

I Fell in love with the summer sun
Some summer’s ago one Sunday run.
Never let go of the feeling so free
The breeze on my cheeks and the slappin of my feet
It makes a beat to me that beats the streets
Defeats the weeks and its waiting repeats
But what I seek, well it never sleeps
So I prop up my lids with boos and peaks
I run to tomorrow with open arms,
An attitude for life that does little harm,
If I find that I’m lookin back too long,
I put my feet to the brakes and I sound the alarm.
Cuz under the rays of this ball of light,
Life is what you make it and I’m doin’ all right,
But when it goes down I’m prepared to fight,
Put my fist to the paper and describe the plight.

Nothin in this world takes me out,
I’m king of the ring and I win the bout,
When my soul is on the line it means my mind is stout,
That’s when I step out of rhyme and take you down
To the bottom of the darkest, desert well,
Past three headed dogs and the gates of hell,
To the back of the room where I can smell,
Your fear in the air of this Amerishell.

Simple simplicity is the way I do,
Don’t get me wrong I’m a workin fool,
It’s a mission of mind for the sharpest tool,
So I hold a full time and I go to school,
But the water in the pool is getting warm,
Globalization makes the people swarm,
A frenzy of learning in competitive form,
Means the people of my country have gotta be warned.
So listen up ’cause I’m shoutin here,
Need no blame game in form of immigrant fear,
Instead break the bottle on this ship of tears,
Educate yourself so your country can cheer.
Its the way to the top of this new global crop,
The engine that could aint never gonna stop,
So when you revolt and the guillotine chops,
Make sure it’s the devil with its head on the block.

Nothin in this world takes U.S. out,
We’re king of the ring and we win the bout,
When your soul is on the line you gotta keep the mind stout,
Step out of rhyme and take em down
To the bottom of the darkest, desert well,
Past three headed dogs and the gates of hell,
To the back of the room where we hide the smell,
Of fear in the air of this Amerishell.

You must be nuts to think no innovate
We been doin that shit since independence day,
Centuries later we still doin the same,
It’s no new way to play life’s survival game.
Which brings me back to point number one,
Simple simplicity sittin’ under the sun,
Simple innovation is a contradiction,
But for centuries now its how we get things done.
We’ll found out soon whether you’re there or not
Judged by what you know and not by what you bought,
By then its too late for your second thought,
You didn’t realize rice and curry have dethroned the melting pot.
So you sit in the coals, from skillet to flame.
You think of how your life can never be the same
And how in the beginning I said up your game.
‘Cause Elephants and Tiger’s are impossible to tame.

Nothin in this world takes U.S. out,
We’re king of the ring and we win the bout,
When your soul is on the line you gotta keep the mind stout,
Step out of rhyme and take em down
To the bottom of the darkest, desert well,
Past three headed dogs and the gates of hell,
To the back of the room where we hide the smell,
Of iron in the air from the blood spill.

04/24/2011

Posted on 04/25/2011
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