verse 1:
i've trickled throught thickets of wicked minds holding picket signs
with sick pigeons, tripping in dimensions of a different kind
while kicking it with the crickets & itching to ditch my fishing line
but picking my stitches to pitch a dime half the fricking time
switching religious type missions to hit the viscious skies
sticking to magician-like niches to get you hypnotized
basing incisions on gravitational positions tied
to hasty decisions made while contemplating the crimson tide
so let the quitters slide but tell the kids to get inside
because when the clipper ships collide only the quickest fish survive
& it's the pits to nix your pride once the riptides have arrived
so when you sense the mystics flying you best be fixed to hitch a ride
you see they signify the dignified with wisdom in disguise
while the victimized get symbolized as martyrs meant to die
& i never once tried to be thorn in your side
but i'd do anything to prove to you that your still alive
i've come from something nothing more than jumping ship to get my point across
paddling past thoughts of all these heads who said that hope was lost
tossing rocks & cinder blocks to build myself a sanctuary
as solid as the very day that i rose & chose this weight to carry
so i bury myself inside of my pages
then i tear 'em out the books & let 'em out of their cages
i take my chances sort of like a wager in vegas
just to make my own advances on a regular basis...

chorus:
i still believe in a thing called hope
because i can see it in the faces of folks with the faith to cope
& i never meant to be led to a loss of nerve
but the headlines that i've read have left my head a bit disturbed
so i walked away from everything to regain my perspective
i looked out on this ocean full of notions i'd rejected
while reflecting in the light that bounces off my every word
i still believe there's some things that need to be heard...

verse 2:
i woke up smoking herbals & scribbling my riddled verbals
in this journal just to keep a cursed furnace burning fertile
at the center of a circle where i sit & collect the evidence
of organic intelligence born out of the negligence
of stepping without weapons through this city of my residence
where it's live by the sword or you can die for your dead presidents
and my mother never taught me how to hover
only how to sneak around at night & never blow my cover
like a daytripper turned nocturnal page ripper
walking up the river while i'm talking to the grave digger
& he says to tell y'all to pray quicker
because the warships are approaching while you're worshipping your faded figures
but the bigger the trigger, the better the odds
that when the threat is in your face you'll forget the names of your gods
& i've studied the side effects of many a medicine
in hopes to finally have some good advice to give to my brethren
pulling rabbits out of hats, habits out of my head
& i'll put this planet back on its axis path after i'm dead
but for now we keep it tilted down because we built this town
on sloped ground to cope with the broken sound
of a million brilliant pixels depicting peace
instead of the heartbeats that ceased when the beast was released
i seek heat & peak when the beat is complete
for pete's sake, i'll bleed lakes for my freedom of speech
because i...

chorus (x 2)