The Chosen 1.

The expression of the people, in this world I see All the living conditions, they never chose to be In such financial jams, but supposedly Illuminati controls, and they have stolen me But why should I get upset over the dollar bill? When I look up to the people who got their dollars still And it just bothers me how all the paper's blown So mother nature regrets every tree ever grown I get the aspect of religion, but every thought is different I'm only going to school, to learn how to trick the system And trying to figure out why they hide my history They know that knowledge is power; So they force repetitive information so I can be proud of stupidity But I'm not stupid! I know where I came from Whites rockin' rock n roll Not noticing my ancestors rockin' on the same drum Nyabhingi knew to play peaceful sounds The sound waves that are needed, are no where to be found Lookin' at news, political hidden messages Same stories, different glories Every person is becoming threatening Tellin' me what to do through a TV screen is unreal But if I don't do it, my guilty conscience make me start regretting it. . . And then they make us worry till our hearts are through our chests though Telling me things to confuse me Contradiction, because that's not logical But yet every business is to be ran on logic But there's plenty people without it, who still has money in their pockets I'm a right side of the brain person Creativity is my name person Musically engineered, and no hiding the pain person If only I had two versions Of me, that would be perfect But I accept the one I have And no one can ever revert it I fought, in the war between my mind and heart Confused my soul with my actions And what my mind has thought Too much people tell me I'm wrong But how I know that they right? They hide their secrets in the dark,, and express mine into daylight Man. . . How can people be so hypocritical? Mostly churches, parents, and political But I just stand around, let them get a glance at me Being natural, using resources mother earth gave to me Most people they hate, when they passing me But I brush it off, because only my smile will go in the grave with me.. The expression of myself, in this mirrored world I see... All those living conditions that I never chose to be.. They have chosen me.