Mario Winans
Dead Poet’s Society (Bonus Track)
[Verse 1: Sweetness]
My journey started where the sidewalk ends
Falling up, I saw the airwaves bend
Imagination personified, I made it my friend
No west side story, but I was raised on the West End
The 90’s movement, the Mozart Effect that made me transcend
My creative touch is the farthest thing from a trend
But to talk about the simple things, that’s a little bizarre
Where we at now if can’t answer what we are
So advanced but still simple like the apes that got too far
…in, My natural selection for the right beats and words like Charles Darwin
This life is my movie and y’all just co-starring
Been trying to lead my people to the promise land
My flow’s rough and there’s no-parting
All these born sinners and our perceived needs for no-pardons
Born into the socioeconomic status, is it really our destiny?
So dichotomized but everyone holds a piece of divinity
Like it was really us that put the “Us” in geez
Vicariously we were conceived
Like the cross of cavalry carved from The Giving Tree
Can you see the green like the Big 3
Primetime religions like Islam, Judaism and Christianity
Preaching blood & water but the fluid of life is so oily
For the WASPs in America to the sands of OPEC’s royalty
The miracles of science, what an epiphany
But it’ll be back to the basics after World War Three
No Nuclear Winter
But my words are Robert Frost, put you in a deep freeze
True ingenuity lost like the Antikythera mechanism under deep seas
True knowledge lost in the system of paying fees for degrees
No broken thermostat, this cold world is catching a disease
And freedom is not free
At this point I’m just living for me
In a society addicted to climactism, always needing something more
Only been this and nothing more
Only been this and nothing more
[Verse 2: Sweetness]
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore
But I’m getting lifted every time I press record
So gifted, but my graduation gown never had any chords
GPA shifted to a 1-9-0 from 4-2-4s
The head of my class to near dead last
My mind was somewhere else when I was sitting in class
Something serious like can I get a hall pass
Now I just laugh at my past
The light bulb went off, Edison check the phonographs
Empire state of mind, my thoughts aren’t far off
From David Sarnoff of RCA
My true love for poetry came from some longshot, sure shots
Rest in peace MCA
The circle of life on the record player just replay
The rock cries out today, hope is mankind's biggest tune
The wolf stands on it and howls at the moon
The call of the Oscar Wilde
Language to captivate
Language to be wow-ed
Upton's Jungle just moved uptown
Illiteracy on the prowl
The greatest people of all time expended for our pleasures right now
The sowers of seeds that planted our towns
Heavy is the head that holds the crown
Heavier is the hand that holds the pen
Because we all had the same start but no one ever the same end
[Verse 3: Sweetness]
The Devil's playground is the idle mind
Never believed in success of the ideal find
Just by being at the right place at the right time
I'd rather be the mastermind of my own success like the perfect crime
That’s my invictus, get locked up like Mandela and do the time
Freedom has always been my Villa like Pancho
So I guess I’ll wear the stripes for Ralph Waldo
And the ball & chain for the days of Mark Twain
I’m like Emily Dickinson when I write; you can feel the pain
My Western Mind like to unwind
But my residence is East of Eden so I have Steinbeck on the brain
Just let the grapes of wrath ferment a little longer
We 30 years past 1984 so Big Brother a little stronger
My little brother personality is nothing to conquer
Forever young, the silent majority never need to obey
The point of view keeps changing but I’ll never betray
That’s poison to my ears
Young Hamlet you should stay
Here’s your pamphlet because life’s a play
A theatrical inception
Talking doubles and triples like an infield in May
The truth you are talking is more like hearsay
Speak the language, to you my flow is oriental, Wu Wei
Apocalypse now, the lack of communication is taking us back to the stone age, Curtis LeMay
Not with a bang, but with a whimper, I find myself privileged to say
Language is our greatest gift
A lost art, A hidden treasure, a secret pleasure
Got us up out of the food chain and out of the weather
The story of mankind through which we may we live forever
And as a poet, this is my admission to the society, my dues never need paid
But my doctoral thesis falls on deaf ears
Because we forget everything else as long as we’re getting laid