The Victim

The stakes are high /
Plus, the weights heavy /
I’ve been around the globe /
Yeah I’ve seen plenty /
Enough to hold a conversation /
An ordinary commentary /
Through out the planet /
These underground rappers are buried /
Unlimited talent their hands reaching out of the ground / I attempt to lift them up /
With a cup that’s half full / I pour a little out /
Its like rain falling down straight from the clouds / And as we wrestle temptations /
The temperatures risings /
I’m purging my trauma no longer /
Holding on to the drama / I need a shaman in my life / Who prepares me for my rebirth /
Place me in the center of the pyramids /
Sacred is the seed that’s the Earth /
I live and I learn I can see that the pain that I feel /
Is for growth / A gift I discovered /
The strength and the gain /
I no longer play the victim /
I know you’re not to blame /

Verse 2

Back and forth through these trap doors /
I’m not a walking corpse /
I’m not a victim to life circumstance /
I circumvent chance and place my self /
In a position to advance /
And maybe plant medicine’s the answer we need /
To finally learn to grieve /
Well that’s cancer relief / Death of the ego /
Leaves me to wonder if life has a sequel /
I’m standing at the top of a mountain looking down / At the canopy below /
It’s evening autumn / I don’t want to fall but the foliage is so beautiful I hearing it calling me /
It sounds like angels singing a symphony /
Divinely orchestrated why is heaven so debated /
The human race losing touch with the sacred /
We’re running right past it /
I wish we could slow down /
I believe in miracles they’re happening right now /

Verse 3

Imagine waking up with no TV /
No electricity and your phone won’t work /
Check the radio but not one station comes on /
Feel the panic outside something is wrong /
It’s that chest tight feeling why are we even here /
If all we do is complain, argue, fight, live with envy /
A bunch of hungry hippos /
Hippocrates living toxic /
Gossip talking behind each others backs /
There was once a poem I read from a boy who /
Grew up as an adult living that poor me mentality / Raised in poverty / Lack of community /
That little boy was me / Chaos created family /
No longer do I cling to my old past /
There’s a new paradigm for my life at last /
I’m waking up from unconscious demands /
I’ve had this monster under my bed /
Now I hold his hand /