Flowers
Sometimes I feel the road to riches are like moving pictures
Losing vision over distance sacrificing for the instance
Living word for word and not thinking about the sentence
When the time comes period there’s no time to mention
What you did and what you didn’t
Who you is and who you isn’t
Are you are what you is wishing
When you was fishing for the answers
From your closest friend instead of intuition
What’s our mission what are we here for
What do we feel for
Helping one another calling total strangers our brothers
Are we all in the same crayola box just looking for colors
Some people go to bed hungry at night with nothing to eat
I ain’t talking about Africa right here under our feet
Right on American soil where melting pots come to boil
People get rich off of oil and still I love it I’m loyal I pledge it
Equal rights for one other’s what I’m manifesting
But I still have the same question
Where have the flowers gone
Where have the flowers gone
I’m just philosophizing
But my thoughts on advertising
Can’t be that surprising
Can’t be the only one wondering what happened to the flowers
I see so many hours when I look at hours
Counting less and less flowers
These bees don’t usually cower
Marginalizing pasteurized milk starting to sour
So much for having our cake you know and eating it too
I mean let’s stop and think about it
Are we thinking it through
I dream about it so I sing about it best I can do
But sometimes in the rhyme when you speaking the truth
People start to leave unless they really feeling the roof
Fortunately I’m speaking garlic and you seeing the shoot
I’m in the club spitting spades and you seeing the suit
No diamonds the cortisone just speaking the youth
Put my cards upon the table and I’m building a house
It’s a rocky foundation but I’m working it out
Some wick on top removal PCP’s at the mout
At the river with the people trying to clean it all out
Meanwhile in the hood they really feeling the drought
From the food desert we live in get your camel packs up
I say no fracking way hydro-fracking is out
I’m not political dis-spiritual from political vouts
On the bus with Rosa Parks coming up from the south
And when I stopped to smell the flowers noticed something was wrong
I looked down and all the flowers were gone
What happened to the flowers
What happened to the flowers
I’ve got visions and premonitions of inter and sentimental missions
And rendering futuristic tensions is intimate
Image is imminently center into our mission on earth
Since when
Ever since birth
Two little birds outside my doorstep singing sweet soliloquies
Trying to save a thousand souls
You know sneakers for millipedes
I’m joking but seriously
Can Siri see the seriousness
And have empathy on our enemy
You know our biggest enemy is really we
My biggest enemy is really me
Even D’s get a G
While the other twenty-three are just waiting on a melody
So they can merrily merrily row their way home
I’m feeling melancholy but I’m still heavenly whole
So while I’m planting these seeds I’m just setting the tone
Shooting in the dark somewhere in a field of unknown
But even I can’t do it alone so help me sing this song
Where have the flowers gone
Where have the flowers gone
Where have the flowers gone
Where have the flowers gone
Where have the flowers gone
Where have the flowers gone
Where have the flowers gone
Where have the flowers gone
Where have the flowers gone