Spoken Soul

Moving ahead from my struggles of yesterday
On a musical journey that up lifts
The mind, body and the raw soul
My inspiration, my joy, my thoughts, my art
From the young mind to an old heart

We speak many languages, yet we can't relate
To the battles we face
We are different in some many ways
Yet so much is still the same
Abandoned, abused, used, tried and lied to
Some exit life as we know it

Traveling like light, like light, like light
Like lights, like lights, like lights
Some moving right beside you
Some dare to try it,
They don't wanna live no more, no

Some continue to stand and fight
Not knowing where they go, but they go
Hoping and praying for a better tomorrow every night
Lol,lo,lol is what we do when old folks speak
Many don't care for the deep roots of those trees
But they used to care and share a lot more than we do
Though they don't have much at times
But they made it through
And these selfish sexual and demonic days
Young hearts find it hard to concentrate, can't meditate
Confused, drowning in electrowaves and symbols, them dismal
I remember, memories, I remember my grannie used to speak of days
Of shilings and pence, now we talk dollars and cents
In everything there's good and bad
Moments that makes me laugh, moments that makes me sad
but everything in due time, in due season
Which is the reason I say
There'll be a day, there'll be a way
There'll come a time to sing a brand new song
There'll be, there'll be,
There will be a better, a better tomorrow
Better tomorrow, yeah.