Master (Peace) Lyrics

Valentine's 2021, out front with a ladder and a broom

In an attempt to remove, a couple icicles, huge

Now I'd like to include one segway into a much greater issue

I awake to the news, another shooting at a school

Michigan State, Valentine's Day 2023 as for a timeframe

Now I'm losing' my train of thought

But think it's outrageous School's and Church is now dangerous

Really and crowded space is

Walmart is a Target like they traded places

Teachers being educated on procedures for these situations

Demonstrations building barricades in

A battlefield or Elementary, hard to say which is the safest

Just as hard to wrap my head around how someone acts with such amount of hatred,

turning pages

Do you need dollars to dream?

Redeemed, can anyone be ?

Free, if nothing is free ?

If yes, are we being deceived

Nostalgia can be a disease

Interweaving themes

We've been blind to let the blind lead the blind

Can anyone see?

Word Vomits or Hot sonnets?

Enough of the bot comments

I want to see something honest

I want to be something honest

I wished on a lot of comets

Felt like Lo'ak a lot

Wandered in comic shops

Purchased some Bone books

Saw Stafford throw 'no looks' for years with low recognition

I guess there's a lesson - when you're patient success is given

Unless it's the refs and it's scripted then the integrity's missing

Shows I'm not regular spittin', Mordecai, Rigby or

riggin' games, is that what we're doing?

Shame, is that what I'm feeling?

Blame, is that what we're placing?

Drained? Incredibly so

Do you need dollars to dream?

Redeemed can anyone be ?

Free, if nothing is free ?

If yes, are we being deceived

Nostalgia can be a disease

Interweaving themes

We've been blind to let the blind lead the blind

Can anyone see?

Headachin', wake and take four Ibuprofen, have to open

Slowly roll in, then it's Evan in at eight, rotate, no sections

Some days I stop in Sleven by the entrance for refreshments

Before I come in through the Exit to punch in an order breakfast

A portion of depression, a side order of stress

A plethora of lessons, another of regrets

And the total for the check comes to Over Easy Eggs

With a few sausage links and a piece of white bread

A masterpiece who hasn't mastered peace

Another 4 am I'm half sleep trying to figure out the path that's meant for me, I'm told I will eventually but what if that's in centuries ? I reflect on my first memory

In which I cried, why must we die? I'm told it comes from Empathy

(Lost)

Poised to find quiet in the noise

Almonds in the Joy

Or I'm trippin' like the missions in Chicago, Illinois

Not sure who I am, still have to find my voice

But maybe I'm the sum of the problems I avoid