Flowers

Sometimes I feel the road to riches are like moving pictures
 Losing vision over distance sacrificing for the instance
 Living word for word and not thinking about the sentence
 When the time comes period there's no time to mention
 What you did and what you didn't
 Who you is and who you isn't
 Are you are what you is wishing
 When you was fishing for the answers
 From your closest friend instead of intuition
 What's our mission what are we here for
 What do we feel for
 Helping one another calling total strangers our brothers
 Are we all in the same crayola box just looking for colors
 Some people go to bed hungry at night with nothing to eat
 I ain't talking about Africa right here under our feet
 Right on American soil where melting pots come to boil
 People get rich off of oil and still I love it I'm loyal I pledge it
 Equal rights for one other's what I'm manifesting
 But I still have the same question
 Where have the flowers gone
 Where have the flowers gone
 I'm just philosophizing
 But my thoughts on advertising
 Can't be that surprising
 Can't be the only one wondering what happened to the flowers
 I see so many hours when I look at hours
 Counting less and less flowers
 These bees don't usually cower
 Marginalizing pasteurized milk starting to sour
 So much for having our cake you know and eating it too
 I mean let's stop and think about it
 Are we thinking it through
 I dream about it so I sing about it best I can do
 But sometimes in the rhyme when you speaking the truth
 People start to leave unless they really feeling the roof
 Fortunately I'm speaking garlic and you seeing the shoot
 I'm in the club spitting spades and you seeing the suit
 No diamonds the cortisone just speaking the youth
 Put my cards upon the table and I'm building a house
 It's a rocky foundation but I'm working it out
 Some wick on top removal PCP's at the mout
 At the river with the people trying to clean it all out
 Meanwhile in the hood they really feeling the drought
 From the food desert we live in get your camel packs up
 I say no fracking way hydro-fracking is out
 I'm not political dis-spiritual from political vouts
 On the bus with Rosa Parks coming up from the south
 And when I stopped to smell the flowers noticed something was wrong
 I looked down and all the flowers were gone
 What happened to the flowers
 What happened to the flowers
 I've got visions and premonitions of inter and sentimental missions
 And rendering futuristic tensions is intimate
 Image is imminently center into our mission on earth
 Since when
 Ever since birth
 Two little birds outside my doorstep singing sweet soliloquies
 Trying to save a thousand souls
 You know sneakers for millipedes
 I'm joking but seriously
 Can Siri see the seriousness
 And have empathy on our enemy
 You know our biggest enemy is really we
 My biggest enemy is really me
 Even D's get a G
 While the other twenty-three are just waiting on a melody
 So they can merrily merrily row their way home
 I'm feeling melancholy but I'm still heavenly whole
 So while I'm planting these seeds I'm just setting the tone
 Shooting in the dark somewhere in a field of unknown
 But even I can't do it alone so help me sing this song
 Where have the flowers gone
 Where have the flowers gone
 Where have the flowers gone
 Where have the flowers gone
 Where have the flowers gone
 Where have the flowers gone
 Where have the flowers gone
 Where have the flowers gone
 Where have the flowers gone