Song Lyrics - "Every Damn Day People" from my album "Seeing Things"

Don't be afraid to smile.
Life's too short to frown so much.
Look a brother in the eyes.
Ain't no need to act so tough.

Where my people at?
Beat freakers and Heat seekers,
Revolutionary leaders, street sweepers, and peace keepers?
Deep thinkers linked with similar beasts of burden
carryin knowledge like apple trees carry serpents

These chariots of fire carry various desires
to tear open my eyes like flares up in the night skies.
I'm finally aware of my position in these times
to be a beacon of light keepin the feelin alive.

All day, every damn day, too much work an not enough play.
All day, every damn day--
Trapped in a pattern to manage the dismay.

On the street in the sun, I ride the beat of the drums,
and while the people speed on I write and try to keep up.
It's so easy to freeze up, shrug off, and sleep on;
go home puff weed, and turn the TV on, but

I be the type of freak to eat candy from strangers
while most cats don't know their family from their neighbors,
love less than rapists, or rough sex in cages, stayin
locked down like storm doors protectin the basement

But I'm a savage oasis bringin it back to the basics
and crackin the case like sherlock with my cannonball cadence.
I've got a habit of makin my mark scratchin with car keys
and tryin to find a pulse in the Tin Man's Arteries,

'Cause Heart beats are speakin deeper truths sharp beaks
on harpies, bar keeps or carnies, and
if the carnage is high, and I need some advice,
I put my ear to your chest and get the meaning of life.

To my people, people of the earth:
step a little closer and show me where it hurts.
To my people, my people of the planet:
we can bring it back, but we gotta understand it.

I don't think anybody really knows what it's all about
There's no plot synopsis, summary, or run down.
We're just a bunch of tongue in cheek, bumblebee drones,
livin as humble beings 'till the queen's on the phone.

Then it's talk a lotta nada tryna polish up yer shine,
and bait the hook proper so she swallows all your lines.
A sugar momma's good for all your criminal designs,
just be sure to keep her eyes off all your dimes on the side.

And have the time of your life! enjoy the bumps and the grind!
Let the smoke fill your lungs and slowly open your eyes.
'Cause there's an ocean of lies tryna swallow and choke ya,
and a bunch of dopes tryna twist yer gizzard in their ropes,

'Cause they've given up their hope. Now they're grabbin at yours
as if it had the answers they were clamorin for.
And it's harder than ever just to remember how to feel,

but if we put our heads together maybe we can find what's real.