"The Essence" genre: Hip Hop
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	Mental struggle, substance damage, substantiality taken for granted, help me find a piece of lasting in this world's hollow bone, marrow depleted reality.
	CD: Clouds and Dirt   Label: 4W Credits: created by Ben Klebba
	Lyrics The silence washes as I watch myself turn my back on the fear of decision Action in the glare of autumn dark sky sickness, walking alone the talk is sometimes done alone, unhealthy cleansing. Up and at em. I gotta break this wire mesh of social conditioning communication grid failure with heightened anxiety. Thumb tacks violently push posters of idols and their triumphs on walls of these dwelling cells… Everyone worships the weekend, we breath in celebrity fables, yet we forget to exhale the wonderful moment of reality. Clarity proves carbon copies are dull and faded. There is no other hope but the one beating blood in these veins. So I wake up and write… and realize the sink in life is the fable that I’m ink in. Last night tough leather embraces of escapisms couldn’t wouldn’t wood the steel plastic streetlight flood in the evening. We are living sniffling through our dreams of advancement entrapment in if. If I could undress expectation with my eyes I’m not so sure that you would. We aim for enlightenment with rigid cables attached to arrows dipped in drunkness of our chemical stimulus. The essence has got to be so much more than this. Tranced chances given glances on the subway escalator through convenient thoughts, defining seriousness. Blistered nuances repeatedly guilt ridden. Doubting knuckles clutch for some sort of significance. Please notice, please hear, please sense the gravity of revenge existence in this reincarnation of spending too much time watching the planes go by on low fuel and high hopes. This body was built in nine months. Understand or dividend? Get on with torture boring, loss of settlement, nine to five, blue collared OxiContin releases. I don’t wanna heroine down and out anymore. I never felt a choice so strong in my voice. I wanna dove my thoughts, prove to sacred moments that I too have Sanskrit to move, understand self in Brahman openings of florescence. The Essence has got to be more than this.

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