charles (grant):
oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh?
(how what when where who and what to extent?)

something’s going wrong in the world today
people lacking love living off the hate (and deafening despair)
the hate (paired with desperate prayers)
the innocent die, evil multiplies
living in a lie, waiting for our demise (and the rise of that which is despised: we cry)

can we get to the time we spread love all of the time?
(perhaps a backtrack or lapse in the fervent fascination
with the faster more fastidious nation nigh complacent
through impatience)

can we get to the time we spread love all of the time?
(a future instance
or in an instant this: the present presence
of the world’s residents in harmonious resonance)

cause you never when its time to leave and i
wanna spread love with all my peeps and I just
wanna say thank you for every single thing
and i love you just in case you ain’t heard it from
me lately. (doubled)

cause you never when it’s time to leave and i
wanna spread love with all my people now
just to let you know that i care for you (yea x3)

charles verse:
im tryna be more appreciative of the people in my life
cause I know that I could likely be gone by tonight
today wasn’t promised and tomorrow isn’t given.
so im just tryna love with all the time i’ve been given
don’t wanna spend no time on the bs don’t wanna reject
your love and respect
without it it’s a void in your heart from the turmoil that tore you apart
and I don’t wanna be like that
i don’t wanna be fighting
hating everyday of my life man
i wanna be like god
everyday and all night
with love stronger than the grip of a python
but what do i know?
its hard cause there are these thoughts
but this thing called love got me feeling “aww man”
what do I know?
and I just want to continue being in love’s venue.

grant verse:
l-o-v-e i apostrophe vexing past apologetic
i’ve seen the logic in apollo and the path i should have followed
hindsight leaves no room to be
so go ahead, about-face and see:
the soul for the sorrow it borrows from its fellows
hallowed to the fallow gallows and the brief guillotine of grief
that provoked the rest to smile
such guile the leviathan of lucifer imparted upon the impartial
farce this aforementioned
love is the act of ascension over barbed-wire fences
and certainly ends with bloodied palms but not without freedom
so bleed them dry for your neighbor and yourself
and let those you love know the touch of a hand branded help
fertile sands sifting through agile fingers lingering in the garden
harken: our world is eden - we can take it or leave it
… and only be heard if we speak of it.
crawl back o’er aged wall’s thorns
to a paradise we left scorned:
children of peace and love reborn.