Getting tired of the old rhymes
Hope they transform into actions someday
Heard the voices from the old times
Malik (El-) Shabazz to Enersto Che
Could it be something in the air back then?
Sort of like now but with thicker smog
Smoked a cigarette backstage at the show
Another story for the micro blog
Getting accustomed to a new reality:
Standing at border posts bags open
Language is different but the vibe isn’t new to me
When breaking boundaries becomes the main focus
And every morning it’s a different disillusionment
24/7 is a new me
I share my thoughts through a song on the internet
Knowing in time it'll spread virally
 
Getting ready for the next level
Ironically through an older generation
Knowing that mine has specific things to see to
From deconstruction to relevation
And all they found was the writing on the wall
Montana Spain fumes that smell like cherry
When she asked me if the job pays well
I told my mother struggle's necessary
 
ANOTHER SOUND SYSTEM IS POSSIBLE
5 words etched in household paint on a city wall
From the slums to public spaces on the metropol
Embedded in our hearts we enterprise
Paint metaphors
Someone told me the feeling's mutual
I heard my people say another sound system is possible
So I wrote another sound system is possible
I think it echoed again . . .
 
I've got a tattered book to write new rhymes
Yesterday's dreams of tomorrow today
A silver lining for these clouded times
Moments of clarity while livin’ through the age
There must be something in the answers we made
Because we headed for a question again
Still crack a smile when I’m at another show
Still tryna gives things no one's given before
Get on the road again broaden your mind
Something 'bout travel makes us grow from inside
Talked to another friend and heard the words ring again
What we call borders are invisible lines
Still every morning brings a different disillusionment
How many more before it’s all a lie
One more eternity we'll reach true enlightenment
Look out the window you can see the signs
 
They'll get you ready for the next level
Ironically through an older generation
Knowing that mine has specific things to see to
From deconstruction to relevation
All they found was the writing on the wall
Montana Spain fumes that smell like cherry
When she asked me if the job paid well
I told my mother struggle's neccessary
ANOTHER SOUND SYSTEM IS POSSIBLE . . .