It is one thing to own your own opinion,

And an entirely different thing to know

When -not- to give it...

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Be careful that you do not confuse

Being "opinionated"

With being obnoxious...

I'm walking on sunshine leaving "sin" shaped footprints
sipping on rainbows seeking to elevate...
Stevie Wonder. Your rose-colored glasses are useless
all i hear are actions, sans words. they're truthless

...my "escapism" is -so- sophisticated...

if i could re-write history
in words like piano keys
(each tone strikes a cord
until we are both in harmony)
then i would write "we" a symphony,
serenade you with stars,
and up-beat flute music
through depression in our hearts.
i would bend reality to my will
all for your "i will"...

I should make this into a youtube someday. Someone get on me about it and make sure I do? Please and thank you! :)


Airplanes: B.O.B. ft. Hayley Williams
(this is just the rap rewritten, perhaps the podcast is to come...)

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)


I’m wishin on falling stars that come from my eyes
You can call them tears, I call them scars of a former life
I got my back to the wall straight swingin -miracles-!
Like a black single mother. understand that it’s spiritual…
So, I’m wishing on falling scars with the ruefullest grin
Wishing that it’s the last one that I see, again
I know I’m not supposed to tell what I'm wishin' 'bout
But I’m hoping that, for once, I can wish out loud…
Soliloquist conversations: “Dear Self
I ain’t got much left, and it’s all on the top shelf
It seems like all I do is keep on coming up short"
And by Self I mean God, I hope you’re listenin, sport
And by ‘sport’, I mean me. God lookin' MIA
What’s the address to Heaven, so I can On-star Him the way?
I know You know where I live, but You ain’t visited in so long,
That, no disrespect, I thought I’d help You along…


Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)


I put my -soul- on a track til my eyes drip reality
And I can’t hear what you say cause life steady shout at me
If you could only understand what my life is truly like…
if you were only able to see me at night…
Then you might understand my thoughts and my fears
The nightmares that attack when you’re not in my ear
The only thing that I fear…is sleep and my dreams
Die a little every day, something’s gotta change. Yah mean?
I’m swear’n my dreams and Christ are all I’ve got left
Plus my word and my balls, my pen and my fam, def
They’re talking slick promises, but never can deliver
The “she”s keep saying “forever” when they really mean “never”
I’d settle for “right now”, if it was absolute
And I’d settle for being hurt, if it was all truth
But I’ll settle for nothing. I want the whole pie, or no grease
No, what I -would- settle for is a little peace and true sleep…


Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)


(B.o.b. Airplanes lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com.com/bob-airplanes-lyrics.html)

Breathe deeply of this portrait of America that was,
and the America that fights to still be

Found in the back corners of Rockwell paintings
Or lurking inside of empty Mason-jar cups
Where Cool Whip containers become Tupperware
And cups hold re-usable chicken grease
Where Soul Glo’s the hair grease
Picks proclaim Black Power
And every kid is raised by the Nana on the block
Where the fire hydrant sprays like an aquatic dragon
During the hottest of days in the city’s inner streets

America the Beautiful, from purple mountains to potholes
Where every person may pursue the happiness that they choose
My country of origin, the land of my birth
Where my flesh will one day fertilize the earth

America the Beautiful, where eagles fly high
Even after nine-eleven and nine years of “why?”
How beautiful the child’s smile, dimpled with innocence
The wino on the corner opening doors, so chivalrous
The dream and reality. Immigrants and slaves
Manifest Destiny and Tea in the Bay
Coble-stone streets and horse-drawn Amish folk
Stove-pipe hat, eyes of coal, and a button-nose

Where Miss Ella and Sara both sang songs to soothe
And Lady Day sang of Strange Fruit and the blues
The melting pot where “wrong” and “right” sometime seem relative
And any living man may well be your relative

Yellow and black men; red, brown, and white
An entertainer in a G5, a Mormon on a bike
Saturday soul-winning, sawdust-floor revivals
It’s about city-street cleaning and community survival
A plethora of differences, but everything in common
No kings or royalty; you have money, or you’re common
“In God We Trust” as we breathe and stretch
Overpopulation? “Young man, go West!”
Welfare, Healthcare, and HMOs
401k’s and movies named “Blow”

This aromatic air smells of coffee flavored skin
Of butterscotch and buttermilk
White chocolate and mint
Of licorice and chocolate
Bananas and mango
All manner of people, religion, and bent

Be careful how you breathe for the paint is still wet
The edges are still rough, so some colors are seen as threats
This imperfect perfection, the dream of a globe
This “Beautiful, for spacious skies…” country holds my -soul-

I sip on carbonated dreams, and burp disappointment
Where alcoholics sell potential for a bottle of regret
With “2” much oxygen, it's a “placebo effect”
Just…remove a single atom, and we can make this a threat
So, when carbon one-oxygen flows from my throat
Jus turn the volume up, roll the windows up, and toke
…which just -might- explain why Hip-Hop died
He rolled Wisdom in my written and asked for a light…
He puffed, puffed, passed and told me to get right
But, caught up in reading, I lost four minutes of my life
While women stare at coke bottles for inspiration
And dream of men staring with hopes of perspiration
Searching for stereotypes amidst aspirations
While some search for Life in an Aspirin bottle
Setting fire to expectation and possibility…
I’m amused by the smoke-shapes traced in burning dreams…

I’m not looking for forgiveness; I’m looking for a resolution
I’m not looking for “I’m sorry”, I’m looking for a solution
I’m not looking for fans, I’m looking for a revolution
I’m not looking for reparations, I’m looking for restitution
I’m not looking for how, I’m looking for “know how”
I won’t settle for “some day”, I’m looking for right -now-!
Now the auctioneers are children at show-and-tell
With slave-block opportunities to cubicle hell
Discouraged to reach for anything higher than college
Taught to lean on Affirmative Action and live with blue collars
Like we got too many entrepreneurs, athletes, and authors
And need to slow down on the astronauts, billionaires, and doctors
Stereotype rappers, but they’re the clothing industry
Holding sway with market value, while surrounded by envy
Hip Hop is so “hip” that even white kids “Crip” (walk)
And being “functional” is dissed…isn’t -that- a trip??

As the dysfunctional diss functional lives
I portray a trap as seen through the escapee’s eyes
The encouragement to reach out for a 9 to 5
As though it’s too hard for blacks to reach for “the sky”
Like teaching sight reading post 1965
When it was disproven to work 40 years before…
Nearly forfeited my future among fallen angels
Who refuse to acknowledge Halos askew…
When it seemed that my destiny was insanity
I survived off of bong hits of eternity,
I drink deeply of the poisonous taste of her “love”
I have learned to survive, and even thrive on it
I’ve traded spittle with derision, tasting death on her tongue
I’ve been bitten by deception…the venom left me numb
I turned my back to the world and showed the tattoo in warning
With my head to the sky…asking God for the morning

…

Let the brilliance of His wisdom pierce the darkness of ignorance,
ending the nuclear winter of the fall-out of bad choices
As His warm, embracing arms mute the gloom of despair
Take your burdens to the Lord and just…-leave- them there…
Amen

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