Notes

Art can be no restatement

Concrete slabs over the green grass but a rose grows from the rocks and outlasts.

why are they refusing to listen
why are these troops on a mission
and why are they shooting these victims over their view on religion
yeah why do we all search for love like we got cupids addiction
why with politicians you can’t tell the truth from the fiction
why do we pollute where were living
why are these youth put at risk
and why is this fool on dominion kept us consumed in this prison
I won’t jump through the hoops of this system
nothing stands between you and the pursuit of your vision



You see the rose grow out of concrete and still don't get the meaning motivation that's beyond me, and so we aren't free, if the brain wears the shackles so to speak, like your not blind, but can't see.

I put my pen on it, keep my heart in it, play my part send my art till the starts finished.