Artist: Time Album: Litterture Song: Land Before Time Typed by: Timespitkicker@aol.com Dark, dismal and black Over ran with the wack No creativity or innovation Radio worshipped like nativity Void of creation No pens, not enough patience Nothing thought out, punch lines bitten In school yards, lunch line freestyles actually written Battles drowned in vulgarity and yo mama jokes Before time, no messages with clarity to entertain folks Past descendants a parody of ill The future destiny soaks Fanatics stalk idles with invisible cloaks Miserable scriptures Freedom attained from liberal mixtures Framed these paintings, hip hop's realism Abstract thoughts paint the picture Lands filled with thieves, bandits and ignorant emcees Those who gave up on faith demanded god for a sign Low patience and high hopes leads to an unbearable climb I’ve saw men living my dreams Accomplishing goals and acting out visions I’ve seen I’ve saw men living my dreams I’ve saw my guardian angel scream I’ve saw suicide victims sing I’ve saw peasants become queens And idiots become kings I’ve saw puppets walk with man And humans with strings I’ve saw oceans of bodies Blue grass and skies green I’ve seen tears And blood filled streams I’ve saw hate You’ll see a father walk on water before he talks to his daughter Speak without speaking And witness a genocide without slaughter A holocaust of emotions Hollow but lost Five gears, no breaks happily coasting Perfection is no limitations, eating and never feeling full Flying high on other dimensions with Jonathan Livingston seagull Just believe Why should I? If it’s something I can’t see I took a chance to be free Leaped off the cliff and hit an invisible platform Grinned at spaceships who left pastures of flat corn Went back in time, pushed Lincoln out the way merely leaving his hat torn I thought time was linear but hawking said it was an arrow Bull’s-eye hit for the future leaving behind retro kid games Why’s there monkeys in barrels? But what happens when the bows device strikes the sparrow Humans were too busy killing over colors and mocking the bird You could sprint in my shoes but walking a day is absurd Throw your skillets in the air Let the non believers see a flying saucer Can’t bury these tales Burn the plagued bodies dying with Chaucer Ghosts, walk towards the light Crying in front of a lamp post Making music is just a bunch of stress People want to use you to help themselves Television’s Uncle Sam’s brainwash kit I hate everyone (I hate everyone) I used to like to do shows But now I don’t seem to fit I laugh when people tell me I’m good I’m used to patronizes and their bullshit I can’t sleep the laughter keeps me awake I drift off but started by a child's subtle shake No one there but myself in this foreign land to witness And there's no pill for my home sickness You need eyes to sleep but you don’t need legs to leap Before you jump off that mountain Count your blessings a flick a coin into that fountain I’ve saw men living my dreams Accomplishing goals and acting out visions I’ve seen I’ve saw men living my dreams I’ve saw my guardian angel scream I’ve saw suicide victims sing I’ve peasants become queens And idiots become kings I’ve saw puppets walk with man And humans with strings I’ve saw oceans of bodies Blue grass and skies green I’ve saw tears And blood filled streams I’ve saw hate In the land before time There’s no seconds, minutes or hours Just the present clerics cower Hypnotic therapy clinics booked To cleanse the minds of the foresights of the apocalyptic meteor showers Prophets forecast a poetical being with a vampire's reflection Time, conceived not from Immaculate Conception But from the absence of a condom's protection Men tell women to wash their clothes and make them food Then when the time comes You wonder why they have a headache and not in the mood I fly biplanes and land with no insects crushed on my windshield And by the way, the customer's not always right In fact they lie to steal Far from divine and far from sacred Time searches for pens strips them of their ink and leaves them naked I piss yellow and bleed red Never seen anywhere cause I’m always walking in the mist Citizens notice four horses but didn’t sense apocalypse Too many emcees got the dough but not the chocolate chips I fathered all my words, while false poets used adoption Populace poisoned from the tap waters toxins I grabbed a microphone and received more strength then a dozen oxen Destroyed demo ep's so terrible that on ebay Even your cousin couldn’t auction The shepherd hit me I laughed and turned the other cheek Later that evening I returned and burned his flock of sheep Now he's staring in the mirror infested with insomnia Nothing to count in order to sleep Perhaps, again if my lungs collapse I pray that hopefully When I can’t breathe you all choke for me x2