sometimes it gets hard to lift
something must be shifted
can’t go on this way
even if youre gifted
can’t drift in the game
twisted i insist i get a grip
i know the story flip the script
stealing my soul chip by chip
i want to let go just a little bit
but here’s the trip
somebodies got to take the hit
take the light and refocus it
find the path and keep it lit
can’t let go not even a little bit
never the destination its always
the trip amo dry almost there
can’t slip blade sharp
i got to do my part
sometimes it gets a little hard to
lift put your shoulder to it
after a while you barely notice it
many before us
lived and died like this
something must get shifted
put your back into
we can get there from
here don’t slip get a grip
let’s lift this
I don’t know how many times I have to say it so I won’t repeat it again. The problem is everybody wants to “get paid” no one wants to do the work, no one believes it can be done. Like the prophet said they all want their ears “tickled” not the truth. Unity, togetherness, pride, justice, peace, anger, sorrow, weakness of the soul tired of fighting the fight. But, is it a fight or is it the inability to look within and see the truth—our problem–self. Self awareness, the willingness to admit our “sheep” have gone astray, unwilling to follow the holder of the staff into safety? All chiefs and no warriors.