The Scarecrow Speaks

[Verse 1: Sole] Okay everyone Put away your boyish desires Your buoyant sighs Your rolling eyes Your lust for rolling rock Your lust for getting rocks off with other follies All your desires for couch and TV Pick up a book, pick up a shovel Put down the gun, throw up the fist Throw intelligent words in this game of conversation Try a new arrangement Dollars and sensibility Intelligence and ability Eloquence and nobility Delicatessens Treat your girl like you treat your TV How you should use your headphones and positive role models Try staying home Stop trying to prove Stop trying to be, stop trying to do Just be proof, do, and exist Go to college Respect your mother Look out for your little sister Respect no one except yourself Treat all others how you expect in return Exercise intellect If you're lackin pretend Call few people enemies and call fewer people friends Don't do it for the wealth, do it all for the love Love everything you do, and do nothing halfheartedly Be what you speak Man, never speak on what you be Even if you're lost, front like you got a plan It ain't that hard, but stand if you're ready to be a man [Verse 2: DoseOne] I come to you With one heart Broken in two Lashed hands and many flaws A man In return I ask only an ego-less unbiased listen For, what I speak of offers freedom from mind Freedom from a focused impulse Freedom And not at all the spangled, yankee-doodle Union musket encompassed sense of liberty Which our forefathers in Holy-Wood have fed and sold us for scores I'm eluding and rightfully so to salvage clearheadedness of composed Fated state of human being No grand inquisitor myself I pour forth a pensive frown upon and frustrated Humble however furious This reason for being here This well you've found is phenomen-all-o-ne In the immortal words of Oliver Wendell Holmes A mind that is stretched to a new idea Never returns to its original dimension Simplistically Topsoil is no seashell full of bitter ocean Body but it can be Changing for and from triumph to mystery Every somehow has a place Where you dare not set foot and can't see a thing So weave those silver threads into soul-leveled bonds And be unbounded no longer Manipulative Let it go Go Let the wandering take it all in Generate Make you yours My masters, my pupils, my equals Drop, decorate I implore you Just think [Verse 3: Alias] Let me address you with two conflicting topics at this moment Two paths I've roamed it Intention to hit home with this discussion And make you pawn to strengthen your words Not talking racial connotation, but loosely tied with bees and birds Also loosely tied with opposites The depths of negativity in your soul Let it take control, and you can see deeper into the hole Of self-destruction its obstruction of the opposite feeling My fellow men and women, its love and hate with which we're dealing I've experienced both words Let's ponder my theory and thought On these two and the correlation that each other has brought I've sought the answer and I've found hate is stronger than love I love to hate you, I hate to love you, hate always ends up above It's much easier to say you hate than to say you love a person But easier to say you love material and currency when it's dispersin I've realized long ago that either word is a delicate topic so Hence the circle on my finger I.D.O. on that day was my flow And although I see many problems in my fellow man Hatred of others is absolutely not my master plan My other spiritual half has taught me much about my true feelings I was slipping into mental remission But it was brought into the healing process I consider myself blessed when I think Floating up above the majority makes others look like they sink Hating, you give up nothing Love, you give it up all So I smirk at all of yall While you await my downfall [Verse 4: Slug] Condescending The lake dove into When you finally acknowledge that I'm not pretending Follow the language, the direction, the dialect The cadence, the enunciation Emphasis, pretentiousness Assumptions makin an ass of you Point A in the air you share with me Point B now draw a straight line connecting us Wait, wait man who's not paying attention? See, class here's the problem Yall all need to quit resting and collectin dust My stance resembles anger but no your perception's crooked Now be some good little bastards, turn your textbooks to page 7 Where it reads that God got drunk, drove heaven into a tree Now there's no reasons left for you to continue to breathe Haha, just joking only trying to see who's listenin Now heads up, time to test the potential of your faults And the results will stay confidential For as long as you face the front of your self esteem Lose focus, get broken at the seams Let's open up the discussion for comments To complement your circumcised mind state while I ride on your anxieties Trying to speak to the class and justify the act By pointing my finger at your head and askin you what the fuck is that?! Thank you, thank you