[Venture Out]
(Chorus)
If you ever look out,

Catch what it's about,
Can I ever get through?
Or do I gotta shout at you?

Venture out
(Verse 1)
I grew straight up in the prairies,

Brought up to praise the virgin Mary,
People think I'm a stubborn $$#hole but that's kinda scary,
See I put all the stress on my shoulders so I kinda wear me,

Sometimes I feel like a mess, health concerns with the beat of my chest,
I can't follow my heart if the beat is oppressed,
No matter where I go the heartless seem to follow,

These people want my heart to fill the hollow
But I wanna bleach the stains of my life -- kill the sorrow,
You only live once right? Isn't that the motto?

Kill the phrase I'd rather save my stupid ways,
People living for their own happiness will be the day,
Save the sheep and kill the stray,

After all this is the lords way,
But it's all good, he went to Jareds,
Even in the hood, they got lives for carats,

Die on the street or in the jungle,
Two blacks for a white diamond, Charles Taylor calls that %#@! a bundle,
And that guy was a G. -- that's all the crowd will ever see,

So do I gotta' front? Or can I ever be me?
If I sell you something sparkly, it's not self that I'm marketing,
There's only heart and blood behind that show,

But you'll never notice if you got the blinds closed.
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)

But should you really care? Would you even dare?
Facebook dropping like 30 dollars a share,
Inside traders insuring that they stay millionaires,

Got Morgan Stanley $$#uring the public that it's fair,
How close to home before you smell blood in the air?
Stench from greed so toxic it could sub for nair,

Got V Paz chillin packin that heat in his lair
Too busy mackin and countin the paper stackin,
Mercy rapping about cars someone tell me this logic's lackin,

While you got kids asking for mercy from colonies attacking,
They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus,
Then make an album about everything except Jesus,

So where did the message go, was it just facetious?
I'm losing my mind, someone got a prosthesis?
It's mind over lyrical matter -- radiokinesis,

The masses are askin for glamour, sure they say please us,
I just want a couple mentions though -- the radio needs it,
Beats for the fellas, hooks for the (*##$es,

Lyrics for big business, that's how I see it,
So if that's what it's really about, call me a heathen,
The only thing I'll ever pray to is cohesion,

There's a reason it's in the name, it's called treason,
But if you ever figure out my name, I'm just teasin.