For the pipe dreams of the luminous and eloquent

shunned to elucidate ostentatious temperament

we’ve got to draw the line

to ostracise the talented from the contrived



For a gentlemen, soaked to bone in gin,

doing anything to leave that void he’s in

while the born writers craft with pen and a page

the charlatans preach behind a mic on a stage



I won’t pick to pieces what I don’t understand

but I know that no power nor pride makes a man

forfeit conjecture, relinquish your fear

stand alone in the penultimate year



Fear draws near, always weighing us down

to a family underground, an airloom stands proud

'cause he's not so much his fathers son

more a product of his fathers battles won

of the blood, sweat, tears, tried and true all these years

through a bloodline ripe with musical pioneers,

unsung.



Unsung!



I won’t pick to pieces what I don’t understand

but I know that no power nor pride makes a man

forfeit conjecture, relinquish your fear

stand alone in the penultimate year



My heart is heavy, burdened with the weight

of good men and women who could’ve been great

a moment in it’s radiance will change your mind

and an hour will change your life



Wake up take a chance,

take step out your door

fuck the money, fuck the fame

know we can still change this world

fuck the cardinal charlatans

pull on that thread

until the bigotry unravels and reveals amends



Fuck it!

wake up now, ha

take a step out your door

wake up ha, now

take a step out your door