I appreciate a movement that builds
I build appreciation then move on
I protect and guard it like the Pentagon
"The Yasin Oda Show" is the Bomb
The movement, perhaps disguised is not yet gone
Fueled by the blood of visionaries who desire change
And floods from the centuries that erase our names
With appreiating ourselves the movement will progress
And with progression it avoids depression
I'm meant to move with the truth without coincidence
To hate is to be stagnant therefore embrace the movement for that is love
The move moves, flourishes, an permeates the air
Constant, cyclical, and growing stronger by the year
The movement is a metamorphosis and the world will never see change like this
Until I speak up and profess truth
But that takes more courage than I confess to write
Or re-right my wrongs
So we people walk and talk this life to lyrics we call songs
Hoping that metaphors convey the feelings we never had the courage to say
Bring movement to the seats, to the streets, to your feet
Praise the lord mac mosesilow
Love is unconditional, love me as I love self
A soon as we come to understand life in all forms
The sooner we will learn to understand each other
your 5 senses are powered by your sixth sense
Understanding
Whats on the other side, lets look over and see,
The grass looks greener to me
Ya need to take that movement... and move ya butt out my face!
No... not you, baby. You can bring that beautiful mind over here
The movement is us.
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