She sits enraged by the television, papers On the news All they talk about is war and fighting, killing And the bruises On her face are a sin if you think about it God, look at that, that child's so thin What's he eating out of So then she tears As she watches thinking, Aren't we in a year Where we can say, we don't fear and they will hear But she says nothing, presses button, shakes her head, "times are tough" Mug in the sink, another day She doesn't care enough She doesn't care enough God, if you're watching from a distance, you're too far At our hands So much blood, they are led to the slaughter Like your lamb And no one cares if He came and if He died Or if the innocent is lame 'cause he was maimed It's whose side you're on So he bellows About change, about trust But he's mellow, disappointing, way to slow, position's sallow And again he shakes his head, "my hands are tied, times are tough" Sign over here, another day, He doesn't care enough He doesn't care enough Care enough We got to care enough Do you care enough? Ask yourselves Do you care enough?

It's a feeling, can you feel it? It stirs you, it gives you breath to breathe, gets inside you It moves you We can hardly stand the wait, Everything in motion Leaving the commotion behind Something about you I remember the way it makes me feel Can't touch it, can't hold it But tangible, believe you me it's real You feel it, I feel it It holds me, for a while Can you feel it It's something special But when you touch it It fades - away Rocking and rolling Feeling cool in the sunlight, so bright You tease me, you make me smile, you ground me Going from the day into the night No matter where I end up New York or Sydney Or Tokyo, Berlin, London, Syracuse I feel the chill and the calm that reminds me My spirit can be put to better use No matter where I end up New York or Sydney Or Tokyo, Berlin, London, Syracuse I feel the chill and the calm that reminds me that I... I got to go I gotta let you know I got to flow You gotta let me go Ah ah ah No matter where I end up New York or Sydney Or Tokyo, Berlin, London, Syracuse I feel the chill and the calm that reminds me My spirit can be put to better use

You only got your own Why can't people see that it's all about the feeling Don't know why you so concerned with all the kissing and pleasing ass While you wanna make money-but all you ask is What am I about, what makes me different in the class What they doin'? How come they so good at it, look at it Don't you see they so good at it? I don't know I dont get it I was never good at it, how come they so good at it I wish I was good at it Imma copy all of it Ok Imma copy all of it You only got your own Why compromise your tone? Get their follows, steal their likes Way they dress and their thunder But you don't understand the way it really works Under all that polish Once you demolish the facade, break down their solid guard Motherfucker, it ain't easy, damn it's hard Disregard what you thought it took once upon a time In your fairy tale poem calling it a real rhyme The grime is what it’s missing True stories keep it grippin' Mad lyricism, harmonic highs that keep trippin' Highs that keep trippin' You only got your own Why compromise your tone? Cos when you make the choice You're using your own voice Rise above the fraud, now you know it, oh lord Don’t be thinkin' you the king cos you found a new chord God Head back to the basics and face it Genius is a blessing so stop tryna disgrace it Embrace it, cos when it comes it swoops, oh so fleeting Leaves your heart beating, reeling, with the need to create Meditate, levitate your mind to a higher state Berate your primitive inclination Then you elevate You only got your own Don't compromise your tone You gotta make the choice To hear it in your voice It's time to elevate There's so much to create You've never lost or won You just go back to one To the state of being original Close to the elements The stars, it’s empirical Talk about the elephants The scars of mankind on the world and each other Talk about life and death, heaven and the world under Life is passing, pass it on, don't hold onto to your anger Let your ego go smile, appreciate one another I am your brother Different mothers may be true But love is God, love is King And that's what's all around you Show how it astounds you Cos this is what grounds you Keep looking all around you Cos this is what grounds you Just take a look around you Cos that's the thing that grounds you Look up to the trees Smile at the birds and bees Get down and get dirty Find your roots on your knees Pray to the sun As it rises and falls For its the beginning, the middle And the royal end all Stand tall Salute the universe From the eye of the nebula Your soul gains rebirth Live and die, that's eternal Start and end all the same Never ending paradox There is no end game Take a look around you Don't you see Don't you see Can't copy me