The tallest tree in the forest
is hit hardest by the storm,
But beneath his limb’s long reaches,
The forest floor stays warm,
...
What do we do with the pyramids
Those trophies built of dirt
What about the palaces
still guarded by men in shiny shirts
...
A child he was
and now he's a soldier.
From baseball to bullets
although he's no older.
...
America. You used to sell sermons and now you sell soap and still no one is clean.
Your grime used to be black. It used to be thick and noisome. And now
It smells like roses and appears clear and carries with it the cancer.
...
this is Me
who I was, who I am and who I will be
both slavery and liberty
a deceitful soul and morality
...
The Tallest Tree In The Forest
The tallest tree in the forest
is hit hardest by the storm,
But beneath his limb’s long reaches,
The forest floor stays warm,
And as a seed he travels,
Breaking ground in once cold dirt,
His breath it blew the heavens
His stride it quaked the earth
Some men, they pray to gods,
Some men pray to the dark,
But here he is a titan
With both the blessing and the Mark
And as a star he shines
And as a flame he’ll burn
And though the tree may now be broken
The forest floor stays warm