Names echo

In whispering crowds

Praise with no basis

Like dead and gone gladiators

Who battled in these holloways

Hordes empty out of chambers

Full of short attention spans

Short tempers

And short skirts

Alone in this sea

I had questions of self worth

I searched for absolution

Came to the conclusion

That "fittiing in"

Was another form of prostitution

Actually

The prison of consciousness

Saved me from being a casualty

of abnormal normality

Let me tell you about what im seeing

Seems hard to be a spiritual being

When others try to shake what you believe in

Swearing they got pull

When the only "pull" they have 

Is the wool over their eyes

Consider:

Over money and religion, more blood has spilled

The wounds of a dead soldier in the poppy fields  

never healed

What's the deal?

Lost in holloways

Where we make christian hate the mormon

make the mormon hate the buddhist

Now the buddhist resents his Self

A regular graveyard of empires

Guess that makes me rugged as an Afghani guerrila

How do I know?

Its what my man Kahlil said

breaking the shell which eclosed my understanding

Hatred with no basis is fear with no basis

Instead

Connect

Experience

Love...

Then you have my permission to

Hate

Those who are dismissive

are only subject to the will of the oppressive

With glee

They would not condescend to speak

To a savage like me

Those who fight like me

Know most have never seen hell

But if you've ever been some holloways

You know it well!