+ 1. Moving Stones

Written by Jacob Hemphill

you say “there’s gotta be a better way” for you but see, you’re staying in the same old groove ignoring the fight and blind to the light, you’re hoping and praying, but never making that move the earth’s just moving in the way it does spinning in the space waiting for your want do you really need it, what you “really needed,” slipping from your touch

you could do it right now, let a little light out we’re moving stones looking for the inside remembering the real life we covered up…

can you put it down, never pick it back up… hate it so much that you give it all up… finding that center, do you remember, when you were a kid all you need was love I guess that kid will never be back again looking around at every one of your friends… some are doing “worse” so you are feeling “better”… never getting up

you could do it right now, let a little light out we’re moving stones looking for the inside remembering the real life we covered up you could do it right now, let a little light out we’re moving stones looking for the inside remembering the real life we covered up…

there’s a little secret in every one we say “only if we knew what it was…” then we do nothing calling it something… suffering alone is so much fun listening to voices, hearing it loud only real point is to drown it out… do you really want it, what you really “wanted” …start right now

you could do it right now, let a little light out we’re moving stones looking for the inside remembering the real life we covered up

you could do it right now, let a little light out we’re moving stones looking for the inside remembering the real life we covered up…

+ 2. I Can’t Stop Dreaming

Written by Jacob Hemphill

I’m wide awake and it’s still moving in my head all these questions that I have from all the rooms that I have left little children have a way of loving hard until they don’t growing old is getting older, every minute that I come to know, I’m…

waiting for my conscience calling listening to hear me talking slowing down the rate of motion focusing inside an ocean catching myself falling over looking backwards seeing no one walking through this lucid dream again and I can’t stop dreaming…

sometimes I just start to forget it I let it fade out for a second… and then it comes back, and it’s a whirlwind, tearing up inside of me… I never succeed to explain it the words, they escape me in it… never ever leaving what was long ago planted in my brain it stays, it just…

waiting for my conscience calling listening to hear me talking slowing down the rate of motion focusing inside an ocean catching myself falling over looking backwards seeing no one walking through this lucid dream again and I can’t stop dreaming…

all the changes but still everything’s the same there’s this world that can’t withstain so there’s a purpose in our pain it’s calling me inside my heart from whence I came looking down over my shoulder I feel it falling down again, like I’m just…

waiting for my conscience calling listening to hear me talking slowing down the rate of motion focusing inside an ocean catching myself falling over looking backwards seeing no one walking through this lucid dream again

well I’m waiting for my conscience calling now slowing down the rate of motion and I’ve been holding on to what is gone to what I lost through this lucid dream again

+ 3. Tried My Best

Written by Jacob Hemphill

I feel it when my dreams tear right into my soul feel it in my heart when my blood runs cold see it in the nighttime, always in the rain… hear it in the thunder and lightning take me to my memory, take me to the start, come in through the window, tearing me apart feel it in the nightmare, always in the rain see it in the memory coming back again and I always said…

the only thing that ever made sense is when I can feel it the only thing that ever made sense is just to carry and conceal it all just know that I tried my best in the only way that I knew how I’m still doing it now, I’m still doing it now cause I’m still doing it now…

get me to the stage now, put us in the light make it feel real and make it feel right floating down the concrete, flying in the sky I think we found the bloodstream of our life play me in the particle, put me in the mix… make it like it used to, make it all fit I really miss the old days, covered in light I wanna feel closer, I wanna feel alive and I always tried

the only thing that ever made sense is when I can feel it the only thing that ever made sense is just to carry and conceal it all just know that I tried my best in the only way that I knew how and I’m still doing it now, I’m still doing it now and I’m still doing it now…

+ 4. More

Written by Jacob Hemphill

you see the money like the dollar is your “friend” now you see the human as the “race” that you can win now you see the animal as “food” to fill the plate now you see your brother as the “reason” you can hate now you see the “family” as little, two or three, so you treat the rest as if they aren’t even people you trust the “government” plus you trust the “steeple” get on your knees nothing’s “equal”

we call “more, more, more…” they say until you got it all, you got nothing at all they cry “more, more, more…” just gimme “more, more, more…” and so I’m sayin who are we and what have we become And what do I keep dreaming of… what am I dreaming of…

what if we treated our daughters like our sons more.. and told em living off your looks will leave you done for… and told em truth is in yourself and you’re the reason… but we give em makeup and tell em “this you should believe in” it’s been a hundred years and these girls are not free we let em vote and tell em that should make em happy but they see that sex and prostitution’s what you’re after… you turn our sister to a beautiful disaster

“more, more, more” it happens “more, more, more” they say until you got it all, you got nothing at all they cry “more, more, more” just gimme “more, more, more…” and so I’m sayin who are we and what have we become And what do I keep dreaming of… what am I dreaming of… can’t stop dreaming of… what am I dreaming of…

what if the pace was slower like the four seasons, and… what if “1 Love” was something every 1 believed in, and … what if a slap across the left was just a reason to give the right every time the left was bleeding, and… what if the leaders were leadership that we needed, and… what if the bible learned to speak instead of preaching it, live “love your brother like yourself” instead of “heathens,” and… what if this world was a beautiful place to be in… what if earth was a beautiful world to live in, and… what if that was “more”…

+ 5. Fire In The Sky

Written by Jacob Hemphill we just move on a minute, we go first on a second if the sky is the limit, our earth is the blessing every second you’re in it, every minute your guessing calls for celebration into this life that you’re slipping slip sliding away and you know it’s never enough you hear it beg you for more and so on your knees you get up we are the poetry in motion, we’re the fire in the sky slip sliding with purpose into the black, into the…

sky and stars, and feeling the suggestion that we were, and are, connected in the essence of a final plan, much bigger than us like a memory that you just can’t touch like the universe, is a circle at its basic and the world spins round cause everything changes and the resting place of the human race

is the sky and stars and the poetry is just us it’s just us…

in every city we live in, we take the chance that we’re given we take the day at it’s word, we speak the truth that we listen we make the dreamer the real, we make the rebel the god we make the hero forever and make each other the law well I never felt it before in the way that I feel it now it’s in the air that we breath and create the life that we love so until we meet again I am forever your friend slip sliding with purpose into the black, into the..

sky and stars, and feeling the suggestion that we were, and are, connected in the essence of a final plan, much bigger than us like a memory that you just can’t touch like the universe, is a circle at its basic and the world spins round cause everything changes and the resting place of the human race is the sky and stars and the poetry is just us it’s still us It’s just us

so we just move on a minute, we go first on a second if the sky is the limit, our earth is the blessing every second you’re in it, every minute your guessing calls for celebration into this life that you’re slipping slip sliding away and you know it’s never enough you hear it beg you for more and so on your knees you get up we are the poetry in motion, we’re the fire in the sky slip sliding with purpose into the black, into the…

sky and stars, and feeling the suggestion that we were, and are, connected in the essence of a final plan, much bigger than us like a memory that you just can’t touch like the universe, is a circle at its basic and the world spins round cause everything changes and the resting place of the human race is the sky and stars and the poetry is just us

+ 6. Everything To Me

Written by Jacob Hemphill

I wish I could tell you to turn around and come back home but you would laugh at me, and point to stars and say there’s nothing wrong that I don’t understand – it’s not my fault, it’s just my point of view my vision’s blurry now, but I can’t wait till I see it too…

the universe, the beauty in the difference in all the love we found… all those problems that just chase us all around… it all disappears, and peace becomes that truth that’s in us all… and what you’re running from… is way up here, and we’re friends now

I wanna be just like you in my own peculiar way half my life trying to fight you, and half my life trying to make you stay half my life despite you Rest of my life to hit “replay,” and everything you said to me is everything I want to be

you’re everything to me you’re everything I want to be you’re everything to me

I wish I could call you and write these words with someone else it used to be unreal to look across the table at myself and I’m at a loss for words when losing you will not leave me alone I’m at a disadvantage I always called you home

the universe, the beauty in the difference in all the love we found… all those problems that just chase us all around… it all disappears, and peace becomes that truth that’s in us all… and what you’re running from… is way up here, and we’re friends now

I wanna be just like you in my own peculiar way half my life trying to fight you, and half my life trying to make you stay half my life despite you Rest of my life to hit “replay,” and everything you said to me is everything I want to be

+ 7. Life Support

Written by Jacob Hemphill

six days of work and on the seventh he rests of course – god is a man, only a man would do this of course – ‘’he’’ ‘’created’’ ‘’women’’ for ‘’man’’ himself for: kids, and a rib. and for nothing else. of course – ‘’mary’’ is a virgin, that’s what we say we ‘’love’’ when it never really was that way of course – sodom and gomorrah is going to ‘’hell’’ we can’t even start to understand ourselves of course – we’re going to war over love itself… of course – ‘’god’’ is a bullet flying low overhead of course – our enemies just don’t know god… of course – that’s the reason that we’re going to war… but people remember jesus and mother teresa and bob marley lives instead of the preacher you look in your heart, you can see the secret that we needed love to live, so we’re on life support. it’s just life support, it’s only life support… the president is on a mission of war forgetting any of the reasons that we needed him for, and the priests and the shieks and the czars and the rabbis, smile bright while we close the door, but jesus wasn’t a ‘’christian’’ mohammed wasn’t a ‘’muslim,’’ and all we take is whatever it is we want from the news as they interview showing islam, and we say ‘’killing in the name of god is so fucking wrong.’’ but then we kill for the oil and bury the teachers love what we’re taught to love by the preachers, and we seen it so much we fucking bought the t-shirt, and ‘’we know we’re right, so we don’t do no research.’’ stop it, we should just goddamn drop it: two thousand years of the same old hypocrisy is all I see when all I need is love and peace so I’m on life support, it’s just life support…

we teach competition and to beat them all we teach accumulation, but what’s in your heart is love and compassion for all your kin – every single movie ends you see the good guys win every indescribable song that you feel in your heart stronger than accumulation is compassion and love hard wired down to the core we are hard wired down to the cornea we teach accumulation like it’s what we want when children grow up I see them acting just like us but our vision is a glitch and it’s a fault to us we never listen to our hearts, it’s just the thoughts we trust. but if you listen to your soul, you start to see it around, the weakest part of us, that’s the strongest part right now… and it’s a testament to both testaments: never say you’re fixing it, just to make it lesser than…

like life support

+ 8. Bad News

Written by Trevor Young and Jacob Hemphill

why turn on my TV when it’s only tragedy why turn on my radio when the headlines hurt you know it’s getting old, it’s getting… old it’s getting old, it’s getting… old the bad news…

i’m guessing tolerance has got the better chance of removing much of the damage before it shows up we elect our future to be the bad luck Bad News gets given we throw our hands up and this country is two pieces and it’s evident the lowest common denominator is president there’s only half of us that feel this way too but every one of us headed for the Bad News

why turn on my TV when it’s only tragedy why turn on my radio when the headlines hurt you know it’s getting old, it’s getting… old it’s getting old, it’s getting… old the bad news…

people say where are you from and I tell em D.C. but I could say European it’s just as easy but I could say mother earth cause if you break it down we were the ones who put every border on the ground we made religion for good but now it separates we made words so everybody communicates but now the language is hatred and it is blame too we are all immigrants sorry for the Bad News

it’s always an issue and it’s always a problem we need solutions, we need to solve it it’s always an issue and it’s always a problem we need solution, we need to solve it

why turn on my TV when it’s only tragedy why turn on my radio when the headlines hurt you know it’s getting old, it’s getting… old it’s getting old, it’s getting… old the bad news…

people say where are you from and I tell em D.C. the Bad News. but we could say mother earth, it’s just as easy the Bad News. we are all immigrants, sorry for the… Bad News.

+ 9. To Whom It May Concern

Written by Robert ‘Bobby Lee’ Jefferson

to whom it may concern and for those who are listening we’re fighting hard but it’s not with our fist and recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission to dissect this bullshit system to whom it may concern and for those who are listening we’re fighting hard but it’s not with our fist and recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission to dissect this bullshit system

trying to ride the thin line of divide between the rivers and the highways pedaling strong moving on so get on or get out of I’n’I way when we realize that the most high divine is around and inside we then we can stand tall we won’t fall cause we’re all Soldiers of Jah Army

to whom it may concern and for those who are listening we’re fighting hard but its not with our fist and recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission to dissect this bushwick system to whom it may concern and for those who are listening we’re fighting hard but its not with our fist and recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission to dissect this bullshit system

deception from those who sit up on dem thrones just like Trump in his tower they say they’re friends of me some imply family when they call them big brother they tell us we’re free but they’re spying on me every minute on the hour their satellites fly as their eye in the sky cause they’re all fucking cowards

to whom it may concern and for those who are listening we’re fighting hard but it’s not with our fist and recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission to dissect this bullshit to whom it may concern and for those who are listening we’re fighting hard but it’s not with our fist and recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission to dissect this bushwick

to whom it may concern and for those who are listening we’re fighting hard but it’s not with our fist and recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission to dissect this bullshit system to whom it may concern and for those who are… we’re fighting hard but it’s not with our… recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission to dissect this bullshit…

+ 10. Sing To Me

Written by Jacob Hemphill and Trevor Young

I move along with my guitar, never goes away she is with me through the night and in the morning she stays I wash away like yesterday, float down the stream through all my ways she accompanies my steps in all my days we speak a language of our own every minute of the day we get along into the song I find her heart and I make it strong, and she backs me up when everyone has gone away, and she sings to me…

she never goes very far she stays around no matter what I am doing she is there for me I know that she don’t know the words I don’t care, I kinda like it less the talking, a little more the melody she reaches out without a touch she knows that whatever I love ends up broken in the past and out the door I have broken her before I let her fall onto the floor I call it character and I love her more When she sings to me…

+ 11. I Found You

Written by Jacob Hemphill

we could spend more time together, I’m talking to you and you could get out of that mirror and we could talk this through cause my eyes open, open wide, and all I see is truth that in this life I’ll always find you I’ll find you…

the days are passing faster than I ever hoped they would I watch as we grow apart and we separate too but my hearts open, open wide, and all I need is you I feel it in the rain and in the roots, it’s in the root I’ll find you…

the seasons changing one by one and we are changing too we are circling the stars and we are god’s own proof my minds open, open wide, and as I read the news we become the cancer that we’re trying to remove I’ll find you…

70 years in this life and what we got to show we built a family of millions with millions more to go my eyes open, open wide, I wake myself for you to thank you for the memories that grew it’s all because of you I found you…

if I could spend the Rest Of My Life with my people I would do it over and over again’ I found you.

just like the land that bares the name africa True Love is on my mind I found you.

I Don’t Wanna Wait today for something that might never ever show it’s face again I found you.

I Open My Eyes each morning I rise to find the truth… I found you.