Why Can't We

It seems lately when I rhyme it's nothing but tragic come to find the mind is something like magic I waited patient for the rest of revealing most of life I realized is just catching a feeling then I found love in a package with ribbon let it sink in deep feet tap to the rhythm take your soul way back like its scratch from the kitchen its like the part you cant see is more than half of the vision so I looked through my chest I could see all night Robert Marley everything is gonna be alright and I can prove it if you go with me see this music is my soul and you can have it ‘cuz my soul is free I'm on the corner moving work in forms of poetry and what you owe to me is different with the older me just learn to lend a hand, arm, heart shoulder please actions speak louder than words, no need for quoting me If I could change this world and start a revolution I would But I fear the instead of movement rebels shooting they foot Nobody willing to put differences at truce for the good So we steady breeding criminals and troops for the hood I got fantasies of love triangles between Christians Muslims Jews nonbelievers leaders and victims But politicians restrict em to feverish missions Killing each other in the name feeding Jesus’ visions As The world bleeds kneeling in the fetal position I start to wonder if this planet ever needed religion All it did was separate our people and teach us division Now every creed thinking there the only people that’s risen see God only wanted our faith and We didn’t listen We built a thousand different reasons for the evil existing instead of looking the mirror trying to see what we given I tell you what I'm just afraid of where we leading our children We could change the world you understand me We could why can't we We could save the world I need your hand please Somebody ask me once if I cared whether I lived or died It was yes until I realized that life is what you give to god The gift you got while on this planet made you panic Now you running round before you die trying get some god like you're an addict Kissing crucifixes now you mister truth and wisdom Cursing all the new religions preaching out your shoes and bridges Even praying while you do the dishes muse is to delicious Don’t Tell me that your hands wasn’t always soothed in eucalyptus Held tight together blessing the lord to ask forgiveness Waiting till the last minute to repent on all their past offenses Who am I to judge for I am just a mortal heathen Born the evening of equinox that brings the dormant season My life began amongst the death of all the orange trees and See the more I reason I view death as a formal greeting With the rest of life that's blinded by my normal breathing Strap the faith upon my back and climb the hill to mortal freedom