from the opening act
i’ve ben blindsided
by the outside energy of my community
a dreamer
ready for war
the prelude to my day is life’s a bitch
the recipe to this myth
is found in the spirit of the sun
repetitive illusions seem to collide with truth
round applause to the soul safe kept
concrete dreams block the sanity
our devotion is in the grind
tired is my mind
but we mega fresh
trying to see the picture clear
is the definition of a sweet tear- O.Bey(Aziz)