Lead
I wish I could fall to sleep
Then I would forget the creep
The silent killer in the mind
Telling you life is fine

But no matter what the curse
You have no money in that purse
Sell your soul to corporate greed
Find the gold from the seed
Sown to be owned by your little house
You have no voice they crush you like a mouse
Spending all your time watching jersey shore
Unconsciously the mind starts believing like a whore
Don’t take offense this is just a metaphor
That we place in our heads and like to ignore
There is opportunity that rappers and rock stars
Have to provide for their for fans, no cars
Or drinks can change the way I thinks
About the damage you have done, smelly stinks
And braking down the armor find the kinks
To break through your mind wash, nothing spelled out
I speak the truth, do you speak a sleuth, it’s about
Time to drop more than rhyme and be a leader
These people are hungry, time to be the feeder.