You Can't Change The World; Only Your Mind

I'm sitting alone in my bedroom as I have for many years.  Never really alone though.  Never really.  I have friends every where I look.  Real friends.  That count on me and depend on me to make good decisions.  Friends that would take the shirts off there backs if need be.  Really. 

I've passionately fought against relying on men for work my whole life.  Trying my hardest to stay self-reliant no matter what.  I've worked my factory jobs.  3 years at CF Gomma under a phony whipped and broken version of a Union.  I'm sure a lot of the Union workers know what I'm talking about.  Right before they shipped our jobs to Poland and Florida.  Jeez... Don't get me started on all that realness!!!  My nerves are Fucking Shot Ya'll!!!  For real. 

There's a reason for that.  A real life reason.  See after realizing that there's absolutely no reasonable working wage out there for somebody like me.  A High School "Drop-Out" or however you'd put it.  I decided to play poker.  Poker on the Internet even.  Like literally thousands of Americans.  My simple reasoning went like this.... Hmmm.  I like games.  I have to make money.  There's no opportunity....  Poker is fun!!!!  

So.  I played... I payed taxes.  I made very little money.  But I won.  And I grinded along.  Now make no mistake, poker is a SKILLBASED game.  If I have to call my star witness...  Code name:  00Sanchez to verify this.  He will do that.  Them's is jokes of course.  But all joking aside... I'm positive about it.  I got probably like 30000 games that would prove it.  Do the math my friends.  You don't just get lucky all the time in the long run.  Phuy!

Anyways.  Let's just say this whole poker thing.  It really affects some of us.  It's a Game.  Of Skill.  Where people voluntarily play each other for their own money.  Compare that to a game of luck where people scrape some sort of gray shit off a piece of cardboard to match lemons or some shit... for like 10 bones a pop.   "I mean the nerve."

I was proud of it.  I still am.  Politically... I'm for *** ****.  I believe that I should be protected from the infringement of the powers that be on my personal choice.  On the way of life that I choose to pursue.  Every other "free society" in the world can log on to their computers and play a game of cards.  And here we are.  The freeeeessstt and I can't play poker. 

Hell... I don't even feel like I can express an opinion anymore.  People don't want to reason.  People don't want to care.  It's boring out there.  Just a Call of Duty here.  An Unemployment there.  Workin hard or hardly workin?  Things are rough for me.  But worse,  things are rough for everybody.  Everything is.... Business as usual I guess.  I wonder if I'm really the only one that thinks this? 

I don't watch T.V. much at all.  Like really.... next to nil.  But when I do see it these days... It's like... What THE FUNK!!!  It is literally a side show of paid actors and talking heads people. You have got to realize that there is real life out there.  Things won't change until we change.  Til we are allowed to prosper once again.  Til we are allowed the freedom to pursue our happiness.  To the 4 people reading this.  And whoever else.  Just change your minds.  That's all.  What do you want to leave for our future?  I suppose we'll leave some songs.  We still dream.  I still hope for the restoration of ideas. 

Never been more real for me,

John Quest



 

Pretend It's Not Real

It's been a minute since I've had a minute.  It's been a minute since my mind could slow down and actually think.  I'm just about sick of the shit that goes on around me everyday.  I'm just about sick of peoples opinions on things being so predictable.  I'm about sick of the hoops put in place for you and I to jump through on a daily.  I'm just about sick of our rights being infringed on.  I'm about sick of the fear that is constantly pumped through us on a daily. 

Bin Laden.  Laughable.  What in the Uncle Sam hell does he have to do with anything around this country really?  Other than causing severe panic and instability which is what he wanted in the first place.  Fucking 10 years later and they are still using this piece of shit as diversion.  I've got news for ya.  Our problems here start and stop in Washington D.C. with our Federal Government and the Banking Cartels that fund it. 

I have given up on politics before.  I never believed you could do anything about it.  I still don't really believe that you can.  Every person that stands up to try and do something is eventually demonized and destroyed.  Or just flat out killed.  I do know this though.  You can change.  You can.   

You might not be able to do anything about the Dept. of Education setting our curriculum for the last 40 years.  You might not be able to convince some college kid that even their school is probably a Federal set curriculum and they are not nearly as smart as they thought.  You won't be able to talk your video game addicts into understanding that most war type games are propaganda tools.  You won't be able to convince a television enthusiast that Jon Stewart is just as bad as Rush Limbaugh.  Or that Michael Moore is as much of a tool as Ann Coulter.  Or that Alex Jones plays the exact roll of Glen Beck.  Republicans are the same as Democrats. 

Do you see the theme here?  They are all the same.  Surprise.  One side appeases you.  The other appeases people like you with slightly different social views.  IT IS NOT REAL!!!!  If it's on T.V. at all...  It isn't real.  They wouldn't show you a damn thing that's actually true.  Because TRUTH would invoke change.  People know it when they hear it.  They hate it, but they know it.  Once the fires of knowledge start burning they are hard to stop.  So long as you stick with surface issues that divide and conquer our ideas we will have a hard time moving forward. 

Race, Religion, Sexual Preference, even Abortion... All minor in comparison to the real problems we as a people face.  Where's the common ground?  What about the fact that we are all being robbed through tax legislation?  What about the huge increase in food prices?  What about 5 perpetual wars that our friends and family have to fight and fund?  Where's the job growth?  What about being a service country instead of one that produces?  What about the Baby Boomers all retiring and people like me will never see our Social Security?  What about the awesome purchasing power of your dollar going down down down? 

Does anybody care about anything substantial?  Probably not.  Now... get your ass back to work wage slave.  The middle class is now the working poor and getting more poor everyday.  Most don't even realize the imminence of the crisis.  Or they do and they are afraid to say anything about it.  But... I'm probably just a kook.  "You're going to get used to wearing them chains after awhile Luke.  Don't you never stop listening to them clinking." 

I think I'm going to go to Florida and rap with Micah for awhile.

I still hold on to hope.

John Quest

P.S.   Drawn Out For You!!!  For the visually active.

Didn't go to church, but I heard Pastor Troy

Thanks to all the thugs who showed love- I appreciate it, thanks to all my Florida 495 riders who came out, thanks to Sektion 8's first lady and Haha himself for comin' out, thanks to Kenny Kong for hookin' it up- much love,  thanks to Pastor Troy for keepin' it real- that was fresh, thanks to all the other artists who showed me love, and thanks to myself for droppin flowetical knowledge always, thanks to everybody that I know personally that showed up, and thanks to those that I just met even though you came to see me rep this rap shit- I hope all y'all feel the need to come back. Big thanks to Lucy Lu and 3D- Lucy and Chauncey- for helpin' me keep it lovely! Thanks to this guy on the right for also keepin' it lovely, sorry I don't remember your name- I'm pretty sure that's your fault.  I've ran out of thanks now though, sorry soundman...    Good Night.

  crac kajak

Kings Full of Jaks

I am appalled.  I speak now from a state of somewhat shock.  I feel gross.  I have the perspective of a high school drop out.  Really.  I'm not proud of that at all.  It has over the years filled me with great shame.  Which I see that is the point now.  Guilt your fellow man.  Guilt him and shame him if he is different.  It works.  It really does. 

So we all can now wear masks.  Masks put on me by you and you by me.  Do you feel free from the judgement of your neighbor?  Are you free of all judgement except that of God like the collective claim?  Or do you keep quiet?  Constantly wearing the mask I put upon you.  Fearing a mans judgement is worthless.  Fearing a gods judgement?  Is that worthless?  How about your own judgement?  The judgement of your own self.  Is that worthless?  I guess I only wonder where we hold our own value?  High or Low.  What are the standards coming to in this crazy mess of a world? 

The more that I open my eyes to become aware of my surroundings the more I'm filled with surprise.  Surprise at the sheer manipulation of my way of life.  Surprise at the status quo's acceptance of lack luster mediocrity at all facets of human life.  I mean look at your media friends.  Look what they are serving you these days.  You've accepted a false notion that these people that dictate your talking points are worthy of your trust in all things.  I don't think that it's a left or right argument anymore. 

Our media has been bought out.  The television programming that you see is not genuine nor authentic.  It is a literal propaganda giant.  It is very close to insulting my High School drop out intelligence.  This is why I don't watch T.V.  I do admit.. I do entertain myself with music and the Internet.  I just refuse to sit and watch a salesman in the middle of my room sale me cars, candy, cell phones, and worst of all... IDEAS.  They will not sale me ideas.  Why would I allow that?  We have the Internet now so I'd much rather get my news and knowledge from where I consider a trusted source. 

So again with the guilt.  I feel it coming from you.  Coming from your judgement of me.  Today there was a very bold move by our officials to ban online-poker.  Essentially taking away my right to play a game of voluntary skill.  A game that every man is spending his own hard earned money to play.  See the money that man spends to play a recreational voluntary card game is HIS money.  Now we are essentially claiming that  a citizen with rights, doesn't have the right to spend his own money on what he would like to spend it on? 

Makes complete sense to me.... until I start thinking about the $50 lottery tickets these same people advertise.  Lottery is really a gamble.  Really, the odds are on the house.  Where as with poker everybody is playing other players who are paying a rake to a business to facilitate the game... A game of skill... Voluntarily. 

So what's next for me?  Well, I suppose it'll be the temporary slave temp service.... where I can work for 3 months and get laid off just before benefits come in.  But wait, I'm a high school drop out.  No degree.  Oh yeah... There's the guilt again.  Maybe I'll go back and just get my diploma.  Then head to college for my higher education.  You only have to go in debt 80 or 90 thousand to get a decent starting wage.  Well.. I could play poker... whooops.. Sorry John.  That's illegal too now.  There's the guilt again. 

Paint me into the criminal you want.  But you don't have to, your leaders will do that for you.  Your Gods.  Your little celebs.  Your little corporate whore slaves.  John Stewart and Stephen Colbert will appease you on the left.  Rush and O'Reilly on the right.  You'll play the roles that they cast you in.  You are the show now.  You are the circus.  Oprah will tell whoever watches her what to think.  Then you'll listen to your little whore rap music.  The new propaganda with a beat style shit.  Maybe play some video games.  Garbage.  It's accepted everyday.  Unbelievable.  I mean really... you think it's good for your kids to even see half the shit they got out there now.  Tell me Justin Bieber isn't real.  Tell me that our standards haven't dropped that low.

If it's a piece of shit... Then call it a piece of shit.  Come back to reality.  Don't let people insult your intelligence with rediculousness anymore.  You are just people man.  Common Sense has been replaced by NON Sense.  For real.  We are human beings.  With a conscience.  With a brain.  We can solve problems.  We can figure out what's real and what's not just by looking a bit beneath the surface of any matter.

 I sat in my home and taught myself how to play a card game.  No coach.  Just books and videos.  I've been chewed up by public schools. I've been chewed up by Unions, chewed up by factory work, as a last result I went to online poker to try and grind out just a meager living of my own.  Now it seems that I've been chewed up by the work of Tyrants once again. 

At least I always have music. 

John Quest

Full of Tilt

I watch like a hawk.  I watch my opponents every move.  I wait for weakness.  I wait for the chance to exploit them.  To exploit their lack of knowledge.  I lull them to sleep with passivity.  I wait til it's time to play big pots.  Then I lean.  I lean on them.  Leverage them with every single oppurtunity.  I don't gamble... I consider gambling a fools proposition.  I'm not willing to risk it all on nothing.  No, I don't gamble... I watch and I prepare.  I educate myself to stay ahead of the learning curve.  I have no coach... I make it up as I go along.  Learning from smarter and wiser players then myself.  Taking their arguments into consideration and seeing where it fits into my game.  If  I understand a new concept enough then I apply it.  Forever learning and expanding on an already solid fundamental game. 

I don't ignore the fundamentals though.  We sometimes forget to go back over them.  We lose our patience.  Go on tilt.  Play with emotion rather than with solid logic.  You're done when that happens.  DONE!  The minute logic and common sense go out the window and you are all emotion... You are done. 

Tilt is a funny thing too.  It works both ways.  It's like manic depressive.  You can be running like a god causing you to play with only a positive emotion.  That's a good tilt.  It's like you can do no wrong... In the zone.  Then you get lazy and sloppy.  Gamble on a few draws where the odds aren't so great.  You may hit.. You are running like a god right?  But you went against logic and called out of emotion.  That is still tilt.  I'm too good type of tilt. 

Grandma taught me a few things in my time.  1.  Nobody's too big for an ass whippin.  Poker is the same way.  You better be on it.  If you aren't somebody will be.  Watch and take notes.  Take a look around the table.  See who's playing this game.  Sharks are circling.  They will eat you alive.  Unless you can identify them quickly and adjust to their game. 

Adjust your game my friends.  The sharks are circling.  They want your monies.  If they play the game with wisdom... They will get it.  All of it.  Be aware, be wise, and adjust your game.

Done for now,

John Quest   

The Brave Enslaved (Lyrics)

It’s never fine when the good times pass by

Can’t rewind so it looks like that’s why

Maybe feel stuck- cuz you still try

But got your heels up- cuz you still lie

On your back here stranded like bugs when

The heavy outer shell that they use for protection

Is what then holds ‘em and halts any quests then

After a while you’ll see the distress end

But what good’s change when it comes with death

Don’t take a genius to know it’s useless

If you think that it ain’t then ya need ta do this

Just open up your eyes and see what you get

And that’s that same shit I screamed since always

But sometimes it feels like it’s always

Just the same shit- same shit called change

And people eat it up like it ain’t no thang

Land of the free- Home of the brave enslaved

We need to wake up cuz we’re runnin’ outta time

Land of the free- Home of the brave enslaved

We need to wake up ‘fore we flat line

Ya better open up your mind- see with third eyes

Take a look around what you see you despise

Think with your heart- speech is a start

Think how long that we’ve been apart

When they take away our choice we must speak with our art

You won’t take away my voice I speak from the heart

It seems the whole planet will soon fall apart

But that’s okay though- we need a fresh start

And what tomorrow brings a man can never tell

Wanna know what today brought play My Hell

Ignore it all- pretend it’s not real

Will you move or just stand still

Time to get up- you need to raise your head up

I’m fed up- I feel the pressure- they won’t let up

Get involved don’t wait for the setup

A hundred year war and they pledge us

Land of the free- Home of the brave enslaved 

We need to wake up cuz we’re runnin’ outta time

Land of the free- Home of the brave enslaved

We need to wake up ‘fore we flat line




EPIDIMIC

The Man, The Myth, The Legend; Guitorb

So the world keeps spinning.  Along with the news.  But not all news is bad.  I'm here to  bring you some of the best news that I've heard in a long time.  An unidentified man that goes by the name only of Guitorb has volunteered some of his time and skill to help us in our attempt to provide you with the best entertainment we can offer.  He has offered us new hope and optimism for the state of music by providing a new twist on our old music and new opportunity for new music.  

www.reverbnation.com/guitorb

I would like to give you more information on this sole producer.  The problem is... I don't know who he is. Micah doesn't know who he is.  Thankfully with the Internets help we have found each other and are looking forward to even more of his unique style.  

I personally want to thank you mysterious man with the mix.  If you're down with the tactics, I encourage all of our fans to visit Guitorb on the link above.  Now Guitorb isn't no one track wonder type of man.  Every track he does is unique.  Even sending us several mixes to actually choose from.  

Now what we will do is send those mixes to our fans and let them choose their favorite for the official "Epidimix Tape."  You can hear these tracks at www.facebook.com/pariahrecords or www.reverbnation.com/epidimic.  We would like any input that you might have while we consider which track to choose from.  Citizenship Mix or the Telepathy Mix of our song Wake Up Call will be your first choice.  

It is essential that you share our music with anybody that you know.  Essential!!!  Since we are giving these tracks away for free it should be very easy to do.  Every single time you do this it is an enormous help.  Consider it a gift for your loving virtual friends that you can give to them from us.  Pay it forward if you would.  

Thank you all,

John Quest

 

I Am One Man; So Are You

So I'm sitting here in absolute dismay.  I CANT BELIEVE WE ARE IN ANOTHER WAR!!!!  I don't even understand what is wrong with our people.  It's simple... it's easy... it's blatant.

You have certain freedoms.  Those freedoms have been laid out for you by our Constitution.  The Constitution was written to protect YOU the reader from tyranny.  I'm no expert mind you, but I do have one thing called common sense.... Maybe it should be called "uncommon sense" these days.  

Now in that evidently fictitious document there are guidelines on how our government operates with checks and balances.  There are also lists of rights that were given to you by your Creator.  Creator being keyword...  Much different then rights as privileges bestowed amongst you by your government.  See that's what most people think... That the government provides you with God given rights.  Nope... God does. 

What can little old me do about it?  Well here's the truth.  Nothing.  I would say write your congressman... But sadly most take such a Centralized stance on everything... well that's probably not a great option.  With Our presidents refusal to even consider that he needs Congressional Approval for ANY act of WAR.  Well, what goods the Congress to you?

Who do we have to hold accountable for the loss of life in the name of the prevention of the loss of life?  A U.N. Resolution.  That's who.  Who are they to you?  Oh... Nobody.  Answer for accountability questions.... NOBODY.   

Meanwhile, we just fire missles at about 1 million clams a piece at these people.  What do I do?  Watch T.V.  Yep.  That's what I'll do... I'm going to get the BIGGEST MOST GIANTEST TELEVISION IN THE WORLD.  Because that's how I measure success.  On that T.V. some screaming fanatic is going to give me talking points for tomorrows Water Cooler conversation.  Oh yeah!!!  I'm going to keep using the same old played out rhetorical arguments I've always used.  Cause I started watching Rush Limbaugh back when he had a T.V. show on FOX when I was 13.  He's so informed.  After I'm done "researching" my opinion I'm gonna watch 1000 Ways to Die.  Then American Idol.  Then The Bachelor. 

Hell, I ain't even going to teach my kid anything.  That's what the public schools are for right?  Shit... I'll have fuckin Nickelodeon do all the leg work.  I mean Hanna Montana will make sure my kid turns out.  What!? is going on people? 

They're killing our economy with this devastation.  But don't worry... We will all be able to tell our children what successful men and women we were.  I can hear it now.  "I wanna work at Wal-Mart just like my Mother."  How about college debt being owned by the government?  I can't wait to get my financed education with a meaningless degree because I just can't wait to owe the government money.... And not find a job to boot. 

You know... I'm not even worried.  You know why?  Because I believe in people.  I believe that they are smart by nature.  I believe that when I was small and my wonderful mother told me... "Too much T.V. will rot your brain."   She was right.  I believe that's what has happened.  I believe that people are taught and conditioned to trust authority officials.  I believe that WE are all at fault for OUR circumstance.  I believe that WE are responsible for what OUR kids think philosophically and otherwise.  I believe WE want OUR government to take care of us and be responsible for our responsibility.  To be OUR new Gods.  To dictate to YOU what is right and wrong.  To be the MORAL AUTHORITY. 

If you are scared to speak in a FREE society because you might be labeled CRAZY or a TERRORIST.  Or Liberal or Anarchist.  Or FRINGE.  Or RIGHT WINGER.  Statist.  Or whatever the "word" for today is.  Then YOU my friend have been terrorized.  They will be labeling whatever you believe soon enough.  Just the other day my Dear Grandma made mention to somebody else that I was "radical"....  My response was this "It's not her talking.  It's the T.V."  And it's as simple as that.  A great man said "When you resort to calling names you've lost the intellectual debate."

Do you think that there are think tanks for a reason?  Do you think that money hasn't bought and sold everything you thought was real?  Do you think that these MEN that make these decisions aren't just as flawed as the next MAN?   They are men.  As you are.  As I am.  There are certain truths that we hold self evident...   THAT ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL. 

What can you do?  Change your mind.  This is real.  I only say anything because I'm concerned.  If they are immune from your well informed judgement.  Then they are immune to consequence.  Use your voice.  Educate your friends.  Try and figure out why so many we know are in turmoil in one form or another.  I would never advocate violence.  This revolution will be of our mind.  This revolution will be from intelligent debate.  This revolution will be from a peoples voice.  A well informed peoples voice.  A revolution of empathy and understanding.  If you aren't part of the solution... You are part of the problem.  I've spent my living days as a part of that problem.  I want to be a part of the solution.  I am poor and have very little influence but I have a voice. 

What was great yesterday could be frowned upon today.  A Patriot today will be redefined tomorrow.  Make no mistake people.  They will violate your rights.  They will bully you.  They will intimidate through fear campaigns on the news media.  They will marginalize and demonize their enemies.  They will manipulate your opinion.  They will keep the population apathetic.  They have... and they will.  They will have you fear a "domestic threat next".  But it won't work.  Because the citizens of this great country that we live in have a conscience.  Because as stupid as they would like to keep us, we thirst for knowledge.  Common sense will prevail.  Men will stand for justice.  It's in our nature.  America might not look great now.  But our deepest core principals will always be great...  We will remember them, or sacrifice them.  Wake up, be objective, and speak out. 

Speech is still free.  I hope. 

Goodnight,

John Quest
  

Our Divided Individual Existance

What version of yourself are you in love with?  It's our Divided Individual Existence.  Everyone is divided up into so many pieces that the big picture gets lost.  We analyze small fractions of an equation, forgetting that the main emphasis should be on the equation itself, not just the fractions.  It's similar to the principle of seeing what we have in common rather than what we disagree on, except this deals in relation to yourself, and not your relation to others.  We're all constantly pelted with topics that are designed to put your thoughts in concrete without even knowing why.  You start feeling like you have to base your individual opinions on something to what someone else is telling you, not knowing that with every microscopic change of yourself you alter the bigger picture, which is yourself as a whole.  If the millions of individual pieces of you as a person are all prefabricated from another man's mind, then how can you call yourself an individual?  You may agree with the millions of people but you disagree with yourself.  It's as if our thoughts are represented by a human body, and the world's issues are represented by climate.  The information we get then formulates our thoughts into beliefs, these beliefs are represented by clothing.  On any given day we get presented with an issue and are forced to make a decision on it.  The issue may not directly relate to us at this time, but we're forced to form an opinion on it.  So the actual climate where you're standing at is warm, but you got these people in the newspaper and on TV telling you to equip yourself properly for the issue, which again is represented by different climates.  So you put some gloves on your human body to represent being "knowledgeable" on the issue.  Right after that you get told about another issue and are forced to apply it yourself. You put rain boots (beliefs) on your human body (thoughts) to protect from the rain (issue).  Well this goes on endlessly.  You have gloves on to protect form the cold (issue) and boots on to protect from the rain (issue), and still it's warm and dry where you're at.  This continues on and on and until we end up looking like a closet exploded on us.  So instead of just putting on the gloves when it's cold or the boots when it's wet, and then taking them off when they aren't necessary anymore, we wear everything we have to protect against whatever there is, instead of just keeping everything situational.  We do that because we are told to do that.  Subconsciously and flat our as well.  To many tiny puzzle pieces altered to where the big picture is ruined.  Don't let 'em influence your picture.  You can see just fine, you just have to look.  Look outward and look within.  Define Individual Existence, don't let somebody else do it for you. 

m.i.c.a.h.

classicills (Lyrics)

Sometimes I don't know why
Why you would take these on
Because I ride real raw
And I will make you die

And I roll and it's gold that it's cold and you know that you can't
Take me- fake me- fade me so maybe you're mad

And that's too- yeah that's too
Bad for you- it's too bad you
Had no chance- no chance to
Come here and

Hang with these killas who be ill as sick plagues
And not givin' a fuck what the fuck you say

But give me a piece of you're mind
I'll give you a piece of my mind the same
And give me a piece of your bullshit time
And I'll just be takin' that time away

I'm runnin' up in you with all of this rhyme
Cummin' up in you it's hummin' my name

I spit this shit and rip- lift the track the raps
Slap and smack a bitch back- it's crac kajak
Calm with bomb built song- somber long when sang
Hang you're head it's gone- all them awful days

Days of daze and numb- come become decayed
Raised- blazed the sun- some will run away
Lay you're pain aside- ride with rhyme that reign
Rang like bang goodbye- I am here to save you

.crac kajak.

Taught to FEAR!!!!

It's so easy to be scared of the world these days.  Nothing much good happens to anybody it seems.  A few trivial things here or there.  I watch from my home.  I watch as society around me seems to break down.  It doesn't even seem real. 

Racism is back in....  Really?  You got to be kidding me.  Gay people are evil....  Really?  You got to be kidding me.  Religious differences fuel wars as sure as you pump your gas to fuel your car.  Abortion is a good topic too... let's talk about that.  Just kidding...  I don't care.  I'm not a woman and I'll never be pregnant.  Unemployment in our country is at dangerous levels.  Inflation is moving in at an alarming rate.  Our money is redistributed to the rich and to the poor...  The poor who wouldn't be poor if they just had the jobs they used to have.  You know... Back when you could actually start a job for a living wage. 

Our civil liberties are being attacked daily.  Our rights to be individual and speak are controlled by fear.  You all know that your high school was a government training facility right?  To teach you how to be a good American.  Oh how important was all that memorization now?  Really.  You know you just send your kids to 7 different foster parents for 8 hours a day.  Then when they get home they have to keep memorizing nonsense for "homework".  You don't even care if someone randomly drug screens your child. 

There's no outrage.  There's not even hardly a person I know that contests this system... Because schools are so great for their kids.  All this information is there.  It's all easy to prove.  The thing is... you don't even have to take my word for it.  Who am I?  Just some kid that wanted to make some rap songs and be left alone.  Just another one of your so called "failures".  Just a high school drop out.  Oh... that's a horrible thing isn't it?  Why?  Because some fat rich man said that it is. 

IT IS INDOCTRINATION.  IT IS WRONG.  But like I said... don't take my word for it.  How about John Gatto from New York?  Seems like a pretty smart guy to me... with his numerous awards and his teaching records.  Check him out.  I don't need to argue with you.  You need to look into the issues. 

This stuff is important and it's like people don't have the time to wrap their heads around it.  Truth is scary people.  I heard somewhere recently that "To understand the truth is to watch hell unfold in front of your eyes."  Do not let fear control you.  Do not act like an animal.  You are real.  You do matter.  Be heard, or be herded.

Who are the people that create our circumstance?  You are.  Because you allow it.  When you begin to understand that not one man is more valuable then you.  You will know that these people that lead us on this path are just men.  They talk in secret, they hide, they keep you separated on surface debate like race, sex, religion.  They start calling names and labeling you this and that.  You yourself start labeling you.  "I'm a Democrat cuz my daddy is."  "He's a Liberal."  "Muslims hate and kill everything."  If You catch yourself talking like that then you should correct it quick.  It's a surface issue by design.  YOU ARE NOT THE T.V.!!!!!!!!  You are you.  YOU ARE NOT YOUR DADDY.  You are you.  Be strong.  Keep your individualism.  Keep your voice. 

Evil is started long before you start using it.  Soon they will call me a terrorist.  They will call your religion a cult.  Soon you will be attacked by talking heads.  Soon... HA!  It's already happening.  Educate your friends and family.  Let them know what has happened to us. 

I will walk and talk fearless of consequence.  Because I AM FREE.  Anybody claiming I'm not will have a debate on there hands. 

Spread your word,

John Quest

John Gatto

Call It What You Want (Lyrics)

Back to the mothafuckin' business- (raw)
Back from the mothafuckin' sickness- (raw)
Somebody can I can get a witness-(raw)
Still in the shadows in the gallows when they get this (raw)


Raw with the new shit- raw with the old shit
Raw with the hot shit- raw with the cold shit
Put a couple albums out and never really sold shit
But never sold souls so we still show no bullshit (raw)


Right back in it-
Droopy jeezus in this place screamin fuck gimmicks
Fuck 'em all- uh- fuck Epidimic
It's about what's said- not who said it


We bang only real shit from here on out
All these fake mothafuckas better clear on out
Pariah Records in the place- try and hear me out
If ya down with the squad better share my sound


When you see me in the streets holla four nine five
When you hear me on the beats holla more live rhymes
When you see me on the table you can see me on the grind
When you see me on the stage holla one more time


Back to the mothafuckin' business- (raw)

Back from the mothafuckin' sickness- (raw)

Somebody can I can get a witness-(raw)

Still in the shadows in the gallows when they get this (raw)

(Joseph Campbell)

Don't let 'em stifle your vibe- rise from divide

Got their eyes on your life like a knife to your mind

Cut a little off the top- just stand like the same

Let you rebel a bit but only their way

Who is they- they are naysayers of the truth game- just

Minions to send us up in this rut

Real raw when the murder ya- all who who stir it up-

Callin' this hernia- fucked from the inside out

That's what it is right- cuz what is life-

When we're all just lost in mid flight

So now your kids might not even have kids

And if they did they be born in trash bins

Mañanas gone if we don't make a stand 

And stand even when they try ta put you on your back so

Back we have came- crac-ka-jay-
Droopy Jee- a hard song only God could be sane


So I'm fucked up here and I flip out now
When I see how these snake mothafuckas get down
Wicked realm where I'm runnin'- come in Hell where it's sunny
Summon real mothafuckas 'for we all miss out


Back to the mothafuckin' business- (raw)
Back from the mothafuckin' sickness- (raw)

Somebody can I can get a witness-(raw)

Still in the shadows in the gallows when they get this (raw)

Raw with this hype shit- fresh spittin' tight shit
And if you don't like this- (forgive me if I don't shake hands)
Raw with the funk son so all y'all can function
But y'all is some punks if you can't even stand


Raw be this flow shit- y'all need to know this
If y'all livin' hopeless- (forgive me if I don't shake hands)
Raw be that John Quest- y'all be that conscience
And 'till death I do what I can

EPIDIMIC

Tomorrows A New Day

I haven't slept much lately.  Micah was up for a week and we recorded new stuff all week long.  It was the shit too.  I haven't really had that much fun in awhile.  Kind of sucks that I didn't play a lick of poker.  In a way that was nice too.  Hell, I still haven't played.  I'm still amped on the Epidimic rush.  Lance just left here not long ago.  We got 2 of his brand new songs started.  Which are the shit by the way.  I started to mix one of our new tracks too.  It should be finished by tomorrow evening I hope.  I probably shouldn't write while I am tired... I just read through some of the knowledge I dropped on here and you can tell I didn't like English Class.  Oh well.. you get the point.  Tomorrows a new day.  Fight the good fight.

John Quest

P.S.  Lance Stanley... sneak preview at the Brew-ha Coffee place in C.C.  on Open Mic Night...  AKA Monday... at 8.  See ya there.

Static's Automatic (Lyrics)

Time to line up, time to hold a sign up
Grow a backbone, time to line your spine up
Raise your voice, clear your throats and sinus
The kings are back call him royal highness


Be like me- nah- you D-I-E
495 squad don't need I.D.
Before 9-11 you need not flee
But no 4-11 means no T.V.


Television must've altered your perception
Can't tell the truth from deception
I need proof for reflection
Misdirection at all times means disconnection


Who want? You want? We want that brand new!
These motherfuckers right here cannot stand you
Treated like cattle and soon they will brand you
With no you and me there is nothing they can do


Who's the belly of the beast out here
Is it you and I? Is it do to fear?
Is it protocol? How we vote 'em in
How we set 'em up and let 'em all lie and hide behind a grin


I got no time for their fake information
Better stand out don't stand in formation
Real life- it ain't on the T.V.
It's you and me so best believe we


Got ta fight back- swipe what they might have- now
That's our life mapped out- if you like that
Then I guess that we comin' for you
The belly of the beast eat thru- true


Who want? You want? We want that brand new!
These motherfuckers right here cannot stand you
Treated like cattle and soon they will brand you
With no you and me there is nothing they can do

We got some shit right here that you cannot fuck with
Finally got the courage to face the puppets
Never changed me they just change they subjects
Wanna blame me cuz I read the subtext


What's next, they sank the budget
The Gov'ment, no- don't mistake the public
Don't blame the hole, blame those that dug it
Don't go for show, just show you love it


Love it- leave it- reach a- 'bove it
Come in- side it- find it's- ugly
Hate it- hope they- fix it- fuck it
They won't- change if- they can- front it


Wanted- nothin- but ta- grow 'n
Now they- got us- all us- frozen
Posin'- wavin'- hate ex- 'plodin'
Show 'em- make 'em- wake up- go 'n rise


Who want? You want? We want that brand new!

These motherfuckers right here cannot stand you

Treated like cattle and soon they will brand you

With no you and me there is nothing they can do

(Epidimic medley)

Ate Up From The Inside Out

I've had this tune in my head for a few days now. It's a slow little ditty, but raw at the same time. Sometimes it's soft and depressing, while other times it's defiant and somewhat confrontational. The words go like this though:

I don't know...

What to do...

When it's all

Around me...

I don't know...

Where to go...

Cuz everywhere

They're drowning...

So it crept into my head again today, and I started to think about the words, and what they were saying.  From the beginning you know someone is dealing with confusion and the feeling of being suffocated by their surroundings.  It seems like they want to get away, but they feel they can't because the problem is everywhere.  Everyone is drowning.  Is it actual water around, and are people literally drowning, or do the words just suggest people can no longer function in society?  You can't live if you can't breathe, and if you can't live then what's the point?  Are we all on respirators now?  Again, not literally, but look at how we live. Look at what we as a nation have added to our daily lives, from the things we eat to the things we do.  Through the mouth we ingest man made garbage that grows not from the ground.  Through our eyes we ingest irrelevant garbage that comes from the TV.  Through our ears we ingest lies and disinformation which we hear from everyone we run into, and that's because they've been watching the same brainwashing TV and radio as well.  We've changed the way we live as people more in the last seventy-five years than we have in the last ten centuries. No one use to rely on pepsi cola, pop-tarts, and cable television in order to get through a day.  It's went too far I think.  What's real anymore?  We put nothing but artificial products into our body's, fill our head's with jumbled up nonsense, and high five each other like it's all good.  It's about to come full circle.  We're about to reap what we've sewn the past sixty years.  Not to say there's not hope, but I believe it's going to take something drastic.  This world needs revamped.  Not with more buttered up bullshit to coverup the rot, but with something pure and true to repair the damage.  That starts with what goes into us all, as people, on the inside.  From the nutrients we need to grow, to the knowledge we need to flourish. Otherwise we're all just drowning...

m.i.c.a.h.

Who's Your Hero?

Your money is gone.  Your house is gone.  Your ability to live free and prosperous is now gone.  Your life.... is gone.  The way our parents lived... their traditions... their values.....  Look where they got us.  Would you say that your life 10 years ago was better than now?  Would you say that life was easier 20 years ago if not 10?  Well when was it better than it is right now?  Maybe, "when wasn't it?" would be a better question. 

I'm about to lay out my opinion on what's really up in this piece and you can agree or disagree... I don't care anymore.  I used to just keep my opinion to myself until I just now realized that I better talk while it's still allowed.  I had better grow up before it's too late.

Now... to understand my thoughts on all this you need to know some crucial information about me.  I am a high school drop out.  I am a teenage parent.  I am a poker player by trade... while I'm still allowed to.  I did quit watching T.V. after Obama got elected.  I did vote for that guy.  I did not understand voting when I voted.  I still do not fully understand a lot of things about the world.  I've admitted that.  I do like to learn.  I did teach myself poker.  I did work in factories for years.  I was in the U.A.W.  My job was shipped out.  I did grow up poor.  My mom didn't take food stamps.  There are even more variables to my opinions than this.  That is the point.  All of these life experiences and many, many, many, more form ones opinion of the world at large.

I think we can all agree that their is something wrong with what's going on around us these days.  On some level you have to agree.  Because everyone of you are now being affected or know somebody that is.  It is your friends and family struggling to find jobs.  It is your old who are only living off of Social Security and can't hardly afford their medications.  It is your young who are off fighting in wars the world over.  It is your criminals that are in prison for victimless crimes.  It is your school loans.  It is your crazy debt.  It is your outrageous taxes.  It is your sense of entitlement.  It seems to be our lack of value and respect for ourselves. 

What do you value really?  Do you value your rights as Human Beings?  Do you value your rights to YOUR money and the right to do what you want to do with it?  Do you value your freedom?  Because it sure doesn't seem like it.  A lot of us younger men and women don't even seem to vote.  Talk about not valuing your freedom.  To be honest, it seems to me that the only thing that people my age value anymore is worthless trash.  Really.  They love their T.V.s.  They love their favorite teams.  They love their favorite "jock" radio personality telling anybody that thinks for themselves that they are kooks or nutty. 

Men love the stupidest shit these days.  I always say it's just a bunch of retards kicking each other in the nuts on t.v. anymore.  The news has just turned into entertainment television... Like Entertainment Tonight being passed off for real information.  The shows that the little girls are taught to idolize turns them into Gold digging puppet versions of women that think they have independence and self respect but don't... at all.  Reality Television is the best.  Where stupid little people actually think that T.V. is reality.  They do too.  Listen to them.  Listen to their opinions on things and you tell me that they aren't just re-hashing some crusted version of the truth from Rush Limbaugh or even Jon Stewart. 

Mean while we have learned over the years what success looks like.  It is well ingrained into our brain.  It looks like a white picket fence.  A happy marriage.  A football star.  A college education.  A brand new car.  A brand new house.  A flat screen T.V.  A iPhone, A Paris Hilton... is that behind the times?  It's been a while... like I said.  But you catch my drift. 

It is not that these things aren't examples of success.  They however do not define success.  And that seems to be the question to me?  Do you people actually think that what we have done collectively to our jobs and markets is a success?  To the American way of life?  Really?  Really really?  Well if it's not a success then is it a failure?  Have you seen the difference in government job growth and the peoples job growth?  No... probably not huh?  They don't put charts of that up for the intelligent television viewers to look at.. do they?   Nope... they just change the definition of success and spin it around until you couldn't understand it if you wanted. 

Uh... Uh... I don't watch the news... some people say.  Well then... what do you watch?  Retards kicking each other in the nuts or "I'm a Pregnant Teen" on True Life on MTV.  Or 24.  Or do you just play Call of Duty?  Or maybe you are a really smart cookie that watches Ice Road Truckers on Discovery Channel.  Or "The End of The World Is 2012" on History Channel.  Do you even see how ludicrous it all really is? 

So what's your version of success?  What's your version of value?  Who is your hero?  Who is your idea of integrity?  Who are you to you?  Do you know?  I'm still working on it... But I am starting to feel better... so that's good.  I don't even know if I'm still on topic.  Chalk it up to a rant.

John Quest

For your visual stimulation.

dEEpEr mEanings

S'more of the Same??

Once upon a time man discovered fire, and it was great.  But it burned him.  He would learn to harness it though, and soon after, others would also learn to use it for the good it can provide.  Unfortunately, as time passed, fire would become regulated.  Since you can't control nature, they control those who interact with nature.  Eventually no nature remains.  Human nature is an evolving process, but don't walk backwards.  Start the fire.  Let it warm those around...  

Some people like the way things are though.  They're comfortable with things remaining relatively the same.  They feel in control.  But by keeping things the same, it's inevitable that things will change, and for the worse.  So to remain in control, you'd think they would change things before things change them.  Is it too late?  That question can only be answered with actions, not words.  Words are hollow.  This world is hollow.  That is unless you act upon it.  The problem is "act" has more than one meaning.  It can mean doing something, but it can also mean simply pretending to do something.  So will we start fires and get warm, or force ourselves to hide our shivers and pretend we're not cold?  Only time will tell...

m.i.c.a.h.

Screaming at Deaf Ears

I want you to know exactly what I stand for.  It's hard to get anybody to listen to you ever because if you disagree with them on ANYTHING, and I mean ANYTHING, then they automatically assume that you are attacking them.  This is not the case with me I don't believe.  I have nothing personal when I try to explain my views.  It's just a different perspective from a different approach at things.  I call it reading.  Some may call that research.  I understand and have accepted long ago that things that my parents were taught were probably wrong.  Probably fundamentally wrong.  In fact, to this day, I still know not one perfect person.  Including myself.  I mean GET REAL people.  We need to see the fundamental hypocrisy of our ways here. 

Like a great many of us here I went to church on a semi-regular basis when I was young.  I've been saved numerous times and baptized more than once.  I loved Jesus and what he was.  Let me say this loud and proud I love Jesus for what he is.  The man that stood up to them all.  The man that said to his fellow men... There is error in our ways.  Of course I am just paraphrasing and stressing MY understanding of Jesus.  Which may vary widely from you.  I know.  That's because we are different.

What I am saying is that Jesus in my eyes not only stood but stands for Love, Forgiveness, Hope, Happiness and lot's of other positive things.  I think this is very reflective in his story.  Now again... I'm no theologian so don't go quoting my words... I completely depend on you to do your own research.  I WANT you to prove me wrong researching yourself.  These are my opinions and I encourage you to have your own.

 I personally think that people have concerned themselves so much with the way Jesus died that they have forgotten how he lived.  They have forgotten that THEY were created in the image of god himself.  Regain your focus my friends.  Please.  Allow LOVE to prosper.  Do not get caught up in cliche arguments and little political scuffles.  There are root issues.  There is something wrong.  FUNDAMENTALLY wrong with our ideas.  Jesus is Love.  The Devil is HATE.  When you hate another man... You partake in the Devils work.  No matter who the man you hate is.  Or your reasons for hating him. 

Forgive them father.  They know not what they do.... I heard that once.

SCREAMING AT DEAF EARS.

John Quest

Agree to Disagree

You can't possibly agree on everything.  I have family and friends that I love unconditionally.  That love for those who have helped shaped my ideas and my opinions will never falter.  This is fact.  However, I don't agree and actually oppose some of their base ideas and general outlook on things.  Is this a problem?  I often wonder to myself. 

Now if you don't know me then you wouldn't know that I play a ton of poker.  I haven't played a lot lately because I'm starting to see facts about how worthless money has really become.  But I think about poker a lot.  In fact there was a time when my soul focus was on poker, so I have a lot of ideas about it.  Some are still wrong.  I'm sure of that.  Just as some of my ideas on life are still wrong.  I AM SURE OF THAT.  Here comes one of my famous poker equates to life rants!!!!!  GET READY!

Poker is to me... A direct reflection of life.  I can see it.  I can see a passive player and assume he's pretty passive in life too.  I can see a strong and confident unafraid player and when I meet him in REAL life, he or she, is a strong, confident, and unafraid person.  I can see that a man of mathematical background is usually a cold and calculated player focused more on odds.  Now you can ask all these player types about ideas on the game at hand and they WILL differ ALWAYS.  In my assessment anyways.  Again... A lot of this is ideas based on my ideas and so on and so forth.  I don't know everything nor will I ever know everything about life or poker.  That's the beauty of it all.

Now this is the lesson that I have taken to heart about life and poker.  Not all your opponents are playing the same game that you are.  REPEAT THIS OFTEN!!!!  Not all your opponents are playing the same game that you are.  Just like all of your family and your friends aren't playing the same game you are.  They all differ on various levels.  Levels of skill, levels of cunning, levels of thinking, levels of Fundamental theory!!!!! 

It is a FACT that not everybody can agree on everything all the time.  It's a ludicrous notion to think otherwise.  So is it a problem that I don't agree with some people that I hold in high regard?  NO.  It's not.  It never will be.  I DREAD the day when everybody you know is just a carbon copy of the next.  I dread the day that debate dies.  I dread the day when the individual person holds no value.  On that day... I will know that hope has been abandoned and LOVE has been defeated.

John Quest

This crosswalk's made of quicksand

Some people try and say money's only the root of all evil if you let it be, but I would disagree with that.  I believe we are all drawn into the evilness whether we wish to be or not. There are many choices in life of how you can choose to live, but when it comes to money and the system that circulates it, there's only one choice.  That being said, I believe there are endless choices to any given situation no matter how bleak your options look.  So sure, we could be cavemen, or Indians, or maybe Amish, but as far as having immediate diverse options involving our life and how it can be maintained, we're left with but one option...that dolla dolla bill. 

It's as though it's ridiculous to think there could be more efficient ways to balance a work life, a social life, and a home life without automatically wasting two-thirds of each day with sleep and a job, both which might feel like the same thing.  Certainly it could be worked out to have the norm be a twenty hour work week opposed to a forty hour work week.  People don't work anyways, they just pass time.  Obviously every job is situational and some more strenuous than others, and also some obviously more important to human life than others, but all I'm sayin' is everyone deserves to be able to do things their own way, especially since life's so precious, and a one-serving gig.  Everything can be simplified, it just has to be reexamined first.  And after it's been reexamined, someone has to be in the room willing to make changes.  Otherwise, people will continue to talk themselves out of being happier, and they'll just become content.  They will then pass that on to their children who will in turn pass it to their children and so on. Where does it stop?  How many people have to drown in a crosswalk before the people behind start goin' around?  How long before there's a new path to tread?

Even the people who stray from the beaten path are still straying from that same ol' sick path.  How about straying from a path that's fresh and doesn't suck so much.  How about waking up and taking back your ability to dream like when you were a kid.  How about believing in yourself so that when you feel scared because you don't know what to do, deep down you know it'll be okay, because you know you can handle anything and you understand that you and only you is who controls how you live your life.  Just because the sign says walk, doesn't mean you won't get hit by a truck.  So what do you want out of this life?  A chance or a choice?  I think we deserve both.

m.i.c.a.h.

Brain Leak lyrics

This is for the people in the back of the room
This is for the people in the back of the room
This is for the people in the back of the room
Now that we here- what you wanna do

Get it cuz you need it- it's attracted to you
Like a magnet I'ma drag you in view
Cuz I have that realer majic it's true
So you better come and get it- it'll make you move,

Some wanna run from my rhythm though
But I just run with the sickness flow
And I just come with the quickness on-
On a bang beat cuz my brain leak and I'm-

Flyer than a little bit that's been known
I'm fire and a little bit 'a gas on roam
Iron with the divot that'll crack on dome
Who hasn't hit it- don't pass on my dope

No profolactic trap this life germ
It'll fuck you up- and then you might learn
Or you might not- and so you pass it
On to more kids so more kids hatch it

Have it eyeballed but now that eyeball
Has lost it's focus- can't see the downfall
Feet that pound floor- are seen as no fix
Cuz if you don't move it seems you throw fits

So no one wants to hear- no one wants you here,
Guard your game up or go son run from here
Flow come lung for real- word up tongue for real
How ya doin'- check us out- we's ill

Ya heard the pitch- I done heard the shit
"Yeah I heard 'a this" - you AIN'T heard 'a this!
I'ma murder this- cold chill for real
Library thoughts I card catalog to kill

Kill the hate with great will to break they
Will to make what's real be fake lay
Still we take this film and make
What's filmed of hate change reels with mates

Make love to make love- fuck the fuck war
Half the time it's like what the fuck for
Still it seems that some people want more
But only take one to want then come war

Gotta come and want more- or they'll just run the score
Strike a chord of what's sore
But try to deny it- hide it- that just reignite it
And everybody hurt more

What for? - We need to wake up
New fights erupt in middle of make ups
Bruises below hid with make up
Only one test- you get no make up

Too late for that- can't take it back
Rush to the front don't wait for jack

Gotta go home or go hard though
Cuz the cards don't gotta define
How you get on the grind if you can get in your mind
Then bring it from the inside and march on

But the people is mad here
Half of 'em have fear
The other half have no sense
And still think it's last year- that's rare

So people got a sad stare
No hope left so they hope for death
So it's anybody's guess wrath is near
If you have a tear then have have a chair

Cuz anybody cryin' ain't ready to stand,
Anybody flyin' ain't ready to land
If any man's tryin' then that man he can
But every man's lyin' so when shakin' hands

Think twice 'bout a grin from the man who flashin'
Snakes shed skins when you get distracted
Makeshift friends ain't shit that's lastin'
So think about this- who's dick you grabbin'?

This is that shit to round 'em up now
A roundhouse kick to your blouse i'm out now
My sounds sound sick with a pinch of outhouse
So that's the shit- and this the countdown:

5 alive I ride hide your wife ya kids
4 I'm more than hype more I'm like the shit
3 believe I sea tide the rhyme the sand if
2 believe the dream
1 can handle this

What could be wrong with a plan like that
They took away the world now we take it back
It doesn't take much to stand 'n act
But if you won't do that just move back

yeah..

Poison- to the touch it's toxic-
No choices- So you watch it-
Burn slow- glow- to low to know-
Too cold- so you get no profit

T.V. tell ya it be alright
But when T.V. fail ya you'll feel all like
Channel 3 static- white noise
But I'll replace that with my voice

At the park on a bench with a pocket fulla bird seed
But it wasn't even the kind that birds eat
Early bird use to get the worm
But now the early bird don't get the first seat

Cuz fat birds had them reservations
Ain't even hungry but still 'gone take 'em
Ain't even eatin but still at the table
While hungry motherfuckers ain't able

So it's back to the madness- back to the trajic-
Back to the havoc that has us askin-
What happened to havin' half a chance at havin'-
Happiness when livin'

So you're livid- that you're givin'-
False hope went taught those scopes on growin'
Kids in danger- stranger than it once was cuz
Too many angered- danger ain't even that dangerous

But what is is the lies
Bold face and ghost face
Here or there in both place
In most case it's all raw

And all just lies

But you ain't gotta know the right way
To know that this way is wrong
And you don't gotta light J's to fly way
If you get thrown

Roam this road that's washed away
Skip stones on frozen lakes
This cone is home so stay away
Or use caution

Watch 'em sleepin'- at the wheel they drive with eyes closed
So if I drive will I survive as time goes
Well will I survive when time ends- I doubt it- I think that's what time is
So what life is is what one might get out it

So live strong when not gone
And do that with or without a live strong bracelet on
Live long and long live the love- shit's calm but 'bout to erupt
So get soft or get tough- cuz when you're lost then you're stuck

Sometimes I don't know what to do
And sometimes I don't know where I
Am but I am right next to you
You just need to open your eyes

Time never stand still- never can heal when you just pick scabs-
Need to kick back- need to kick facts 'fore you get flat
This is tic-tac spit rap phat- fresher than your lesser shit snack
If shit's stacked- fuck it- got to trust that it's whack- got to get back

To them days where the days wasn't never measured by the ways
That we strays from each other- if we stays on a track to attack how we behaves
Each and every day- shit is so depraved- wave goodbye
Cry cuz ya still wanted to play- wanted to stay- but you just die

While still alive like wow- now I'm down down
Now I'm found broke down
Not even speakin' in money terms
Word heard is worse now

Cuz they just puttin' all the stupid fuckin people against all the smart ones
Not even all the smart ones- just people like me that aren't dumb
That way there's no debate- that- that way there's no debate
That's why this is for the people in the back- we can act if you take

A little stroll up to the front where they already ready they are
Back up to the front- we can all shred confetti- let it fall let it fall
And celebrate for once- for once it's the essence
Cuz it's always the same people gettin' presents- let's have a presence

And represent this new day- yeah baby new dawn
A revolution 'fore the Earth and you gone- let's move on
And take the brain leak and make the rain leak- on new lawn
Flowers grow- so does grass- and even trees that shade the sun son

Sometimes I try to reach you all
Cuz these days these are things I saw
These days these are days we call
Lazy days- so away we fall...

.crac kajak.