Well this is real talk.
This is non-stop.
It is looped now tongue and mind.
Played off the sidewalk, straight to your boombox.
How it travels from ear to memory.
Well this is medicine.
There's a message within,
and each will find it in their own time.

Well this is music.
This is how I use it.
It makes you move and move with movement.
This is how I focus, knowing it's not hopeless;
but it sure starts with me and ends on a whole note.
Musical medicine, this is my healing,
for past and present future things to come.

I see people stressin',
over space and possessions.
Out of fear and a need for visual aids of our abundance.
Give me examples, or something tangible;
something I can get my hands on and find real meaning.
Where is the medicine?
Well I've been searching,
and I suppose each will find their own kind.

Well everything's at stake.
It makes it hard to concentrate.
And there are men who see a war and see a paycheck.
Such different programming, to live so fearfully.
Terror this and terror that, terrible reality.
There is no medicine on the television,
so turn it off and turn yourself around!

And let's just face it.
The world's fuckin' racist!
Even the most peaceful of us gets caught in the trend.
To live cohesively is almost a fantasy,
and we ought to know it starts with humbling our egos.
What is the medicine?
For cultural woundin',
has it's moments, has it's melodies, has it's time.

Well I was listening to the outgoing seasons.
About climate change and some of the reasons.
When the sky opened, like I been hopin';
and there came horses by the thousands!
And there was thunder on their tongues.
And lightning on their minds.
And they were singing this old melody from some other time:

They sang don't waste your hate.
Rather, gather and create.
Be of service.
Be a sensible person.
Use your words and don't be nervous.
You can do this, you've got purpose.
Find your medicine and use it.

They sang don't waste your hate.
Rather, gather and create.
Be of service.
Be a sensible person.
Use your words and don't be nervous.
You can do this, you've got purpose.
Find your medicine and use it.


Lyrics submitted by maskedman, edited by SoT, Billy Pilgrim, unstuck in time

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