Dream to a scream.
No one knows what I mean.
Multiple copies of right now,
Distributing itself into never ending newness,
Of replicas,
All around us,
But I thought you knew this.
We choose this,
Free will of deterministic fate,
That surrounds us.
In handcuffs,
It’s the same things,
Hidden variables,
Of the real things.
But back to my dreams.
That I created and woke up to.
Now what the fuck do I do?
Dude . . .
You want a piece of this now?
In the past you questioned me,
And kept asking & wondering how.
Wow!
People acting like they’re entitled,
And tellin’ me that’s how I should name my book and title,
My child.
You shouldn’t be comin at me cuz,
We already had words,
But.
You know where I’m from,
Back to this quantum craziness you deny,
It’s not an illusion or a lie,
Underlying reality,
Now I see you smiling,
Actually,
None of us here are cowering.
You know I live in the present,
Past, future, and everything up above it,
I love it.
I’m not trying to talk shit,
Life is great you know it.
But the enigma is growing,
And no one is knowing,
Exactly what it means.
And that’s why they scream,
And I lead you back to my dream.
Not as great as Dr. Martin Luther King,
Juniors.
But I still bring children into this future,
And I know they’ll be dealing with these problems,
White, middle class, past, racism in your face it’s an ism,
We still livin,
And spill mad beats with this rhythm,
Across the airwaves,
To free slaves,
We crave,
Things we can’t have,
But still try to be givin’
And observe when we create them,
This ain’t sin,
Or solipsism,
Or Sophism,
I’m just a man that’s really driven.
The life I’m livin,
Is great I believe,
Even though I don’t believe,
In anything,
Not an atheist,
Or Catholic, Protestant, Muslim, Buddhist, Satanist.
Not a racist, hatin, fuckin, stationary, creationist.
Mason, makin, reality, propagandist, sadomasochist.
I’m just after this,
Hustle of mine . . .
And yes, if you have to question, I really am doin’ just fine.
Follow me down this dream,
Follow me toward the new scream . . .