ANOTHER SOUND SYSTEM IS POSSIBLE
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 . . .

 
Poet's Note: The word relevation is a 'home-made' word. 'Montana Spain' is in reference to spray paint.