Verse 1

My mind is like a lunar landscape, I only possess the memories with which I remember
these days foregone, and the wonder of what is to come,
I am one young tongue that has swung myself off the shelf to deal with, the real if,
some give me the time to enlighten them, it might frighten them, that facts were foretold from old,
And then they broke the mould, hold, the positions of plenty,
attempt to tempt me, and seek to make me unfriendly,
So I lend my ears to my peers for meditations, on these sad sensations,
Foundations constructed, look what we came up with, an art form to uplift,
The non–believing, under achieving, children of the evening,
We’ve been in all those places and spaces, seen all the faces, known all the aces,
And now you wanna erase this, and maybe replace this, with a taste of your baseness,
Running us out of the streets where we used to greet, meet and be complete, or get beat,
Featured in the headlines, only about ten times, and so promoting our declines,
Fines are what you should have paid for the wicked ways you acted, compensation attracted,
“More thoughts of kidnap”, I heard a kid rap, lies like a knife, not a gift wrap,
Trying to adapt to the clash of your classes... scattering ashes...

Chorus

Verse 2

Pass the matches, then light the grasses, proceed to scatter the ashes,
Flashes of places, locations and actions, pursued by various factions,
Counteractions to creativity cannot stop this delivery, even if they chose to deny the lies they told us,
they still try to shape us and mould us, and hold us,
as prisoners because were listeners and entertainers of ideas beyond youthful years,
here’s, tears, produced by the terrorised, see it in their terror eyes, a look that never lies,
time flies, like leaves in the breeze, over seas, as some seek to deceive, we believe we’ve,
elevated, risen above the level of the devastated,
the odds are never weighted in our favour, so observe the nerve we display the,
attitudes stranger, rearranger, thoughts brought forth from the chapter and the manger,
some of them are living a life laced with danger, ashes will be the remainder,
seeking to explain the next frame, as long as the text gains, names link the chains,
games are being played yet we lie like the loser, unless we test the confuser,
refusing to submit to the clash of your classes,
scattering ashes...

Chorus (to end)