Life's a journey. It's an adventure. I feel like we all work until we get dentures. We're indentured servants to ourselves. To life. We're endangered by trying to be perfect. To do what's right. Some write. Some read. Some fight. Some lead. We all leave. But this is the story of a boy. The tale of a man growing with toys. The adventures of an average joe. The saga of a person and growth. If you listen to the wind at night, you might just hear me. You might hear someone else. You might see the sea washing up in your room on your shelf. On the shoebox under your bed. The rocks on your walkway where you once bled. A kid. You were on your bike and slid, skidded and fell. But as kids we get up and learn. We get set up and yearn. Let down and unfurl like a fern. I've done a whole lot of thinking, and I decided that by blinking we become divided and don't look around to see the goodness in people hiding. So some advice? Do your best. Have fun. Make a mess. Don't run. From yourself. Or your problems. Just talk to a friend and try to solve them, because this is a team sport, living. Don't sell yourself short. Don't give in. Chase your dreams. They're elusive, and hard to find. They're a figment of your mind. But don't quit. Don't just live. Don't just survive. Thrive. We can do this. You and I.

TheReinstated: As I wake up, in my comfortable sheets, in my comfortable house, with a basement beneath I see trees. Birds on the windows like sills, and my words resonating in your brain still. My will is mighty, but I don't like fighting, I wake up, roll over grab a pen and start writing. My verses lacking curses, and the worst is this is worthless, but it's worth it to me, so I spit and you see. The funniest thing, is that the money is thin, despite the things that we always try to rap about, clap and shout. Music to my ears, words echoing so loud, and I know the when I go I'm gonna float into a cloud. Growing all along in every song, righting wrongs as I ponder about the world in my palm. My pond is full of water and I drink it all down through a straw, but I know that you knew what you saw- uh oh. Dystopian: My brain is stuck on a pinwheel, Some sickening sticker-upper is stuck on the deal seal with a cold kill, One shot to the cranium, this Damien's, Destroying the damn plan of my life and they did well Paper's blank and the pen's dry so don't ask why, I'm sitting here with an absent smile and a lost mind, I'm sprinting in circles while ideas are losing quality, Think I need a lobotomy at least a muse to bother me TheReinstated: So I wake up and smell the roses. My foes believe that supposedly, I've been running all along from the man who I'm supposed to be. Dystopian: But that's just all fiction just a fallacy, you see TheReinstated: The stars get extinguished, my bars get distinguished, linguistically I write so mystically, and let the ink dry as the bodies in the sky turn darker and I shut my eyes. Good night.

[As much as you, want to escape, thinking the world is done. “You can’t hide, you can’t run.” And maybe you’re feeling the need to run away. well son, “You can’t hide, you can’t run.”] [As much as you, want to escape, thinking the world is done. “You can’t hide, you can’t run.” And maybe you’re feeling the need to run away. well son, “You can’t hide, you can’t run.”] Hiding in between a heavy rock and a hard place. Singing “Amazing Grace” a lazy day and crazy race. Life is what you make it, take the best of every day. For heaven’s sake, you need a break, a sweet escape, well baby Great! Avoid the stupid stereotypes consuming our minds. In between the lines, you read and find a creed and sign. Well. Dig into your soul, into your core, for what you need. Take this advice within a grain of salt and you will succeed. Heed the planet’s warning, each morning, with every bird call. Scorning at your brothers, we’re all stalling ‘til the world’s fall. Draw straws to see which one of us will leave first. None can stay or try to predict the way we’ll leave Earth. Followers and leaders. The movers and the shakers. Salt and pepper flowing from the hands of our maker. We’re faker than the plant upon my mantle-piece in winter. In life we’re all sinners, but do what’s right to be a winner. [As much as you, want to escape, thinking the world is done. “You can’t hide, you can’t run.” And maybe you’re feeling the need to run away. well son, “You can’t hide, you can’t run.”] [As much as you, want to escape, thinking the world is done. “You can’t hide, you can’t run.” And maybe you’re feeling the need to run away. well son, “You can’t hide, you can’t run.”] Coming at the beat from different angles, one-eighty degrees. Spraying half a circle at my people, one-eighty Febreeze. Ha. Because I flow sweeter than flowers. And when I’m clutching at the mic, I try to give the world power. Inspiration I’m creating while you’re hating on Iraq. Those people aren’t so evil, in fact they have what I lack. Clarity. The subjugation needed to see. There’s nothing that we need except the latest game for Wii. Don’t complain about your “first world problems” while people suffer. It doesn’t make you tougher, only blinder to see. Find your own key, please open your hearts. Judging people’s easy, getting to know them is hard. I’m just a bard producing art, how will you do your part? The lying’s gotten large, and the truth is just a farce. Donate your money. Don’t hate and buy fancy cars. Fight for equality and shoot for the stars. [As much as you, want to escape, thinking the world is done. “You can’t hide, you can’t run.” And maybe you’re feeling the need to run away. well son, “You can’t hide, you can’t run.”] [As much as you, want to escape, thinking the world is done. “You can’t hide, you can’t run.” And maybe you’re feeling the need to run away. well son, “You can’t hide, you can’t run.”]

Grant me the peace to live on. Grant me the love to right wrongs. Grant me the freedom to love. Grant me a song bird. A dove. Grant me these things, oh muse. Allow me to speak for you. I am not who I was. I am not who I will be. I am not who you are I am simply me. I am not who I was. I am not who I will be. I am not who you are. I am simply me. I am not a superhuman. I am not a bug. I am not a mere illusion. I'm a result of love. I can not begin to live without another's life. I can not begin to die, unless my brothers die. My eyes may be blind. My ears may be deaf. But I find freedom in lines, And resurrection in breath. Baptism in water, but hidden inside A new human being letting out his first cries. The circle of life, the blindness of sight. The kindness of fights, the brightness of night. When we look into the sky it's a celestial cemetery. We're looking for answers in things that've been dead for light-centuries. The petty things become unnecessary, and the future becomes less scary. And more friendly, because it welcomes us with open arms. A hug and kiss. And we dive into its embrace wishing for no love but this. And the future grabs our wrists. Flattens our fists. Tells us to live and move on, not to miss. The past is a dream. The future's what's real. The present's a gift that we might as well steal. We feel the truth and me and you do what we once feared to do. This life is a kind of race. To live longest and have the right mind and face. The lines we make are parallel and eternal. For heaven's sake, don't crave the inferno. The Carbon, oxygen and hydrogen in my verse turn to dust. Not only are we in the universe, but the universe is in us. The future's a friend, death's far away. So until this life ends, embrace every day.

I don't know who I am. I don't know who you are, see. I don't know why you are who I can't be. I can be an astronaut. I can be a robot too, but what I can't be is anything other than true. I can't be you. I can be the man of your dreams. The fabric of life ripping up at the damn seems. It seems to me that people seem to be one way, but then it turns out they're really just not the same. Two faced or nice people. We're not all evil, but we're people so we truly can never strive to be eagles. But we can fly. You and I can stroke the sky. Get lost in the clouds and twirl them around our finger tips. A singer's lips- rosy and pure, nicer than mine, The more of the right, they say the slower the time. The slower the time, they say the more of this life. So just live life right. I can go anywhere. A teddy bear under my arm. I feel safe, so I never need to sound an alarm. I've found a bit of me, a little itty bit of sea. Floating in the ocean and what seems to be. Nautical I'm not a fool, full of any BS, not the best just a jester rolling through this sea's crest. Like Ryan, I'm buying all the time you've been selling. Sweating as I'm telling you a story and a lesson, but Lesson or not, you need to take it with a grain of salt. Because really I don't even know what I've been talking about. A song that I sing and i write instead of sleeping. Not the king, I'm just me. A kid with words of wisdom so listen. Spitting, no -presenting my lines. For what's a poem without a proper presentation? It's blind. Like 3 mice. Grab three mics. Tell three stories at a time. Reinstated Bye.

[Fly baby birds, soar up into the sky. Jump off of your perch and try to get away from life. Go high, don't let the foxes bring you down, flap your broken wings and never touch the ground.] Every single time I look around me, what do I see? I see an ocean full of people with their eyes looking at me. What do they see? A kid chasing his dream. But I'm more than that, skin and bones, hair and teeth pedal to the floor with rap. Locks upon my head and different locks on my doors, I can't be satisfied in life I'm always looking for more. I won't be bored with opportunity and life making a fool of me, I'll thrive, I always do, In life i strive to find a secret key. Open up my mind, try to find the inner clockwork, but no it can't be found it's in my lines and in my talk words. A black bird will fly when these verses are closing down, give me my crown. [Fly baby birds, soar up into the sky. Jump off of your perch and try to get away from life. Go high, don't let the foxes bring you down, flap your broken wings and never touch the ground.] Yea. I'm growing up so fast. Before I know it I'll be done with high school it's in the past. The future's all I see, even the present's just a blur, when I think about the past, I find that music is the cure. The panacea, all healing medicine of my world. I'm feeling better than I used to, and my brains less swirled. I'm insane but yea I know it so I alway gotta show it in my life and in my songs, so I can write all of my wrongs- the potion. [Fly baby birds, soar up into the sky. Jump off of your perch and try to get away from life. Go high, don't let the foxes bring you down, flap your broken wings and never touch the ground.]

[I don't know where I'm going but I know that in life I have to fly. I don't know where my limits are but I'll pretend that they're in the sky. I live my life, I win this fight, and before the night is through. I'll be sitting on top of the world with these lines and the world will belong to me.] We're all wandering through this life. trying to figure it out. Tempting ourselves with a knife? Finally throwing it out. Walking about with minds full of knowledge. Wondering if there's a god, and if so what is my calling? But. I don't know what to believe anymore. The more I think the more I find it hard to walk in a door. Like whats in store for me? What's in store for you? You have a story for me? I barely know the truth. I need to find a clue about the meaning and purpose. I need to find a way out of this water up to the surface. And at the end of the day, I haven't cleared up my brain, So I let the chorus ring thinking of fortune and fame [I don't know where I'm going but I know that in life I have to fly. I don't know where my limits are but I'll pretend that they're in the sky. I live my life, I win this fight, and before the night is through. I'll be sitting on top of the world with these lines and the world will belong to me.] I guess the truth is, that I barely know anything. We always act different but we're all the same. Regular people with regular things inside. An angel, a devil, a Jekyll a Hyde. I have to go hide, running from life, But then I come back to it with a fire in my eyes. The pride to be me, the pride to be this, The pride to be alive, I'm proud of what's inside. We should all learn to wish. Learn to live in our skin. It's about how you live, not living to win, but if you do that, I guess it's not so bad Living and loving are not just a fad.

TheReinstated: I was thinking and talking when I first saw her face, And my feet slowed, eyes opened at a fast pace, I knew I wanted that girl and I was just a kid, But now we're grown and I made a move acting on my Id No my ego, control me girl and open up my heart. I find my muse in you, you help me make this art. I write you bars and bars, lyrics left and right, and it's amazing that I still have words left to write about you. It's true that you're humble and cool, And when I'm with you to, impress I act like such a fool. You make me crazy, my baby, the beautiful lady, And it's amazing that the Zeus who made you also made me. So in conclusion, this potion you've created in my mind Is the most wonderful movement that I'll ever find. I've found you and I'm lucky, yes oh so blessed. We'll see how this beautiful mess will pass time's test. [All in all it's anything but few, The moments that make me drawn to you. Through the years of watching us grow I've noticed something you should know.] Mackenzie Keefe: There's a glow in your eyes that excites me. It's plain to see, you make me nervous. And throughout our entire history. I've only scratched the surface. So deem me worthless. It's only been a recent find. There's something in the way you make me blind. Nothing to lose and so much to gain. This sentiment's been burning in my brain. [All in all it's anything but few, The moments that make me drawn to you. Through the years of watching us grow I've noticed something you should know.] TheReinstated: When I look at you my dreams become fulfilled and to be with you feels greater still. Oh to be in this emotional state. I know if I say so the ocean's will wait for you and me. It's true you'll be making me feel so happy. Oh my muse my darling curly headed girl. My brain becomes less swirled when you smile I'll stare for a while, walk a mile with your hand in mine. [All in all it's anything but few, The moments that make me drawn to you. Through the years of watching us grow I've noticed something you should know.]

[Her smile, her eyes, her hair My favorite sighs of air. Beauty in a heart so big She's my drink, I'll take a swig.] I've known her oh so long, my whole life. I've known her since we were kids, and now we're so right, Smiling. And passing the days side by side, Never seen a ray of light so bright my oh my. But oh how much brighter the stars are now, Looking at them with her in my yard how The sky seems more blue, a lie seems more true Optimism growing in my heart from your hue. The curls in her hair are a winding road, The soul in her eyes sees my whole soul. Her face and her body formed perfectly And I can't help but look at her nervously. [Her smile, her eyes, her hair My favorite sighs of air. Beauty in a heart so big She's my drink, I'll take a swig.] You are a beautiful creature of Earth. Learning when you're playing in the dirt, And mud, so fun, let's explore the world, I'll go digging for clams to give you every pearl. Some vanity, insanity, can it be true? The canopy above you is a sky so blue? So few other people make me feel like this. So please take my hand and take a leap, I insist. The grass is always greener with you by my side, Buy some time for us to hide inside Our own little planet, our own little place We're running slow and crawling fast, that's our pace. [Her smile, her eyes, her hair My favorite sighs of air. Beauty in a heart so big She's my drink, I'll take a swig.]

Is it a muse or a spirit? I'm amused when I hear it, Cuz the most religious people ten to be the evil hypocrites. You talk about love for brothers and other humans, But you don't help another when in life he's losing. Kick them when they're down, clown around and make dough. No. Just try to help and spread your wealth like snow. Let each flake fall on another human being gently fall. Mentally stall because you stand too tall. Overdosed on confidence, unconscious to the consequences. Consequently you and me tend to over compensate ourselves. I can't quite stand or understand it. Demand it and plan to quit the games and the gambits. It's life and it's a game, but not of strategy, but luck. If you just try to get head you're really sacrificing love. Don't sacrifice yourself, but follow each belief. Offer relief as you please, and please don't seize the bees. And the birds of love. Which you claim to support. False assumptions and atrocity abort all felicity. Ferocity and feral folks, fall before they fly, But if you sacrifice the greed for you and I you sure will thrive. The muse of music, my angel and god. Told me not to run but to be great as I jog. Even after months of thinking. And planning my life. I'm no closer to a decision. A meaning. My meditation conflicted with events in my life. In my world. Choices between what's right. These factors and variables. Masters of being charitable. Living is wishing. But wishings not bad. A whole lot of thinking and singing, this lad. We all make choices. To do or not. Yes or no. We weigh the costs. Are we avoiding cops? Working on higher reason? My mood changes with the seasons. My soul is. Sneezing. The results are music. The results are sound. I don't need to prove that I'm a pitcher, this my mound. I'm a circle, music's round, and we fit together well. I make sounds for passion. Not rapping to sell. This is my life for now. Wishing on a well. So what lies in your future? Only you can tell. So what lies in your future? Only you can tell.