He was different, contrarian, very thin vegetarian
Carrying rebel air within, wary pinheads will stair at him
He's brash, seeing %#@! as trash,

Seething in a flash, he won't even blink a lash
As he stairs through the souls of the imitators, pulls up the innovators
Holds nothing in his anger solely to entertain us

So in the eyes of men despising him, his methods are comprised of sin
They shoot him down as if he wouldn't rise again
Surprise it's him, the trouble-making misfit

Back to save the world from those in love with making it %#@!
He'll troublesomely nitpick a product to perfection
The product of neglection, he commoditized affection

Respect him, he likes to control the grind, and fights for the whole design
Never stayed the course when building us bicycles for the mind
Insightfully chose the kind of true talent he imported

All challenges are shorted when reality's distorted
So he re-invented industries, even met with enemies
Leaving out amenities and he even in the end he sees

The world not for what it is, but what it could be
And wonderfully, he left us all with what he could see
As he tore from the grapple and he formed his own chapel

Made it clear that you can't compare an orange to an Apple
He's one of the ones who've come and in one short fling
They build, and they change ....oh and one more thing.


Verse 2


Rejected, ignored. Dissected, implored
I'm living in a world that expects my accord
But I'm bored with the line they draw, enormous designer flaw

The storm in my eye is raw, I'm born to defy the law
The status quo left the ladder low so I had to go
The afterglow left 'em mad, I know, but I had to grow

Still they try to acclaim and vilify and defame
The will implied in my name as ill advised and ashamed
All 'cause I am untamed by what the silence has claimed

And so these words come across as I violence estranged
But I have just changed my views on the visions ahead
Decisions inbred with dues cause derision instead

And isn't it said: "There isn't any living if dead"
Then far from dead while I'm living's where my mission has led
So if in my head my thoughts seem a little bit strange

A little deranged, the answer to my riddle has changed
No longer looking at my life like a piece of the puzzle
At peace with the muzzle, the cool-aid that we sit and guzzle

Is tasting a bit way full of %#@!, but we're to grateful to quit
So we sip down a plate full of spit, good day, 'gunna split
I can't stand to stall anymore,

Got a score of people like me and we're all 'gunna roar
I'll bring 'em all to the floor, who see a wall as a door
And rather fall or soar it's sure impossible to ignore


Verse 3


You're the future, the present and past are never to last
You're ending it fast, never in class pretending to mash
With settlements last tentative task to render a mass

Surrender to cash, when taught to pick up a pen and just pass
You'd rather whoop $$#, rather just gather rallies of rat-
-ionaility stashed in the way back allies of class

Those failing to pass, who mastered the talent to ask
Looters what they think they will when they can do with cash
A stallion fast as your wit and strong as your might

Is long out of sight from right-wings who wrongfully spite
Your ambitions, and visions, your mission's precision
Is it's intercision of this indecision

'Cause some change the world, others cower up to it
And cowards will loot it, but you, you've got the power to move it
("how to the shoes fit?")

You're walking with the leaders of time
Proceeding to shine, this tedious rhyme feeding your mind
With the thoughts you already knew, sought to and steady do

Others care to lead but few ought to instead of you
All 'cause you tend to prove change is possible
So jumping through their range is the strangest obstacle

Your name's about to show their game is option
The smartest thing they've said is "You're crazy" "Ha, I know"