You want an album? No I say
Cause I don’t rap, not any day
I just write, my words they say
Enough for you and me today
I get it, all these things I write
They make sense when you read at night
This world is filled with hate and fright
And reading lends a small respite
But when will this all change, I ask
Cause fixing this is my one task
I know I’m not the only one
Who wants to rise and get it done
I guess I’ll have to wait and see
And keep on writing, fervently
To change the world, its hard you see
No gun I need, just poetry
How the World Should Work 