Why me?
Why am I down?
Why feel
I’m not whole?
Why feel
So far below?
I’m free to go
Why dream?
Why partake?
Why be half
Of a weak embrace
Of time
And place
And lose space?
Deep down inside
I know the reasons, reasons
In faces I see lies
While they try to hide their eyes
Man, it hurts inside
It’s like treason, treason, treason, treason
Soft ground
Politics
Inside
Dealing tricks
I can’t
Pick a side
You decide
What plan?
What design?
Can they
Have in mind?
Have they
Lost their minds?
Have I lost mine?
It’s never just black or white
I know the reasons, reasons
What I feel makes me alive
Goes beyond what they decide
Can’t fight what gives you life
That’s treason, treason, treason, treason
Absolutely so happy growing up in the bay area with college radio , free radio.. record stores and the ones that to teach the ones behind them to make their own choices and live free.Sound tracks to times in my life.Fuck yea !