Visions of clarity
Why would others compare to me
Scenes of vanity
Who could hope to handle me
I stand up for equity
Belittle discriminators unethically
So bet on me
And leave the rest to antiquity
See I say the eyes perceive more than light
They see the darkness in evils plight
And a star in the void of night
Seeking for a beacon in a pitiful strike
Sometimes too optimistic for a carrier of fright
Who could hope to be the everlasting dream
For those to look towards in hopes of inspiring
These thoughts traverse my mind and get me start thinking
About Orson Welles, FDR, and Martin Luther King
Listen to Chill Underground - Brock Chavez (SoundCloud)
