Caged

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I’m asking, what makes a man’s identity? 

Is it life as much as legacy?

What if life is damaged by brevity,

Or legacy is ravaged by resolute jealousy? 

We’ll never know the true depth of character,

We’re all stereotype injectors

of this bravado we’re the prime projectors,

Second generation become the reflectors.

I’ll teach my children to love,

So they’ll never be neglectful of

all the people society’s intolerant of.

We are raised by obdurate love.

We’re dogmatic when we categorize

for the political opinions we despise,

We’re so narrow-minded to overlook why

and disguise rancor in what we think views imply.

Let’s get to the route of the predicament,

Don’t follow the norm let’s be dissonant,

Not militant but passionately vigilant

and realize that your voice is an instrument.

The real problem lies in ascribing

a particular category that’s confining,

How people act is how we should be defining,

And polishing the very possible silver-lining,

Where conventions don’t show trends,

A conservative man with a very poor friend,

A democrat making more money than he can spend,

It’s ridiculous how many people that would offend. 

See in time we’ll open our minds, listen out for the clock when it chimes.

See in time we’ll open our minds, listen out for the clock when it chimes.

Don’t let the past jeopardize,

Let the present and the future coincide,

It’s dark but tomorrow there’ll be light,

What will it take to recognize.

It’s a very thin line between, passion and hate,

I’m just trying to distort the norm 

to show you that you make your own fate. 

Why do we condemn preference? 

See choice with more deference,

I regard this as one of life’s main lessons,

Choice is bounty from our democratic heavens.

We all have the right to assemble,

But we group in differential temples,

The pillars crack now watch the roof tremble,

There’s no power greater than the elemental.

Except words they can be monumental,

and take lives if they’re too judgmental,

We find the devil in the experimental

but the devil only lurks when we think its essential.

When we predispose credence,

Life becomes a power tripping achievement,

We revel in self-absorbed reason,

I’m pleading stop the bleeding before completion.

Maybe then i’ll stop reaching,

Don’t convert to me i ain’t preaching,

But next time you see yourself in a convex,

You know you need to convert to your own respect.

I pivot around a temporal dimension,

With my voice high above in suspension,

I’m thinking if i go fast enough i’ll catch up to my words

and bring them back to the three dimensional earth.

Or even, will time stop

or will i age backwards until my morals drop.

The thoughts, they grow into dementia

and i can’t even remember where i left my dentures.

When i go even if my mind’s gone

I want people to remember the battles we won.

When i go even if my mind’s gone

I want people to remember the battles we won.

Don’t let the past jeopardize,

Let the present and the future coincide,

It’s dark but tomorrow there’ll be light,

What will it take to recognize.

It’s a very thin line between, passion and hate,

I’m just trying to distort the norm 

to show you that you make your own fate. 

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