there is a rage in me, momma,
i do not think i can control it.
there is a pain in me, momma.
i can travel the world, but i would still feel homeless.

why am i constructed so differently, momma,
am i from this planet?
why does my soul scream so loud at me, momma?
am I really this damaged?

what is wrong with daddy, momma,
he keeps telling me he loves me.
is daddy okay, momma?
why do his friends tear up when they call me Bucky?

i don't think you understand, momma,
I love you so deeply but i seek more.
your voice is the halo above jesus's head,
but momma this mind is a deep sore.

momma, it feels as if the vast unknown of the ocean resides in me,
momma, these scars on my body hurt even worse inside of me,
momma, can you tell the demons to be silent, please?

why did these people hurt me, beat me, and leave me, momma?
is there something wrong with me?
never leave my side, momma
keep singing me to sleep momma, i need you and you give me a new song to sing.

I love you, Momma,
why don't you hurt me? are you an angel?
I love you, Momma,
I just want the beautiful world to feel the equivalent of this pain to.
I love you, Momma,
the world will never change me, if you don't allow it to change you.

There is a rage in me, Momma,
I think I can transform it.
There is pain in me, Momma,
but what if I stopped keeping it dormant?
There is love, something special in me, Momma,
I just want to give the universe a tour of it.

"It will be okay, little buddy,
because love is all you need.
It will be okay, little buddy.
One day you will be a flower, 
​but for now you are just my troubled boy with bright eyes, my little seed."

​The world has evolved tremendously in all aspects, from technology to industry to people and everything in between. Education around the globe has been revolutionized, as the youth of countries such as Finland, Australia, and Singapore thrive through creativity and are inspired to truly learn. The United States claims itself to be the greatest country in the world, yet the educational system has not evolved in the slightest way since it was introduced to train child labor workers to do just that, labor.
                It is as much as an issue as anything on the planet, however it is overlooked and guarded by ignorance. The ignorance that the students are taught, and the ignorance of those in charge. People fear righteousness and standing up for what they believe in, especially against education.
Students are told that they are “just kids,” and that they “do not understand.”
And to all the principals and teachers that have uttered those words, I concur.
Reformation and revolution is needed. Teachers are just as vital to the world as those in education, and knowledge is an infinite power, but for some reason a lost art. It is hindered by the 8 hour days, the hours of studying and homework, the cost of college, and the lack of opportunity given through the educational programs that reside in America. Creativity is hindered by the hours wasted by students who do not want to learn math or English, but are forced to spend hours investing themselves in to time they can spend doing what they desire. Standardized tests, called evil even by its creator, as well as the lack of funding, the lack of rightful pay for teachers, the privacy breached, and what is taught, all for the purpose to compete for a grade and a ranking.
Humanity has lost its contact and connection with the youth through the corruption of education, and how will that ever lead to prosperity if the youth is 100% of the future?
There is more money invested in to prisons than schools. Teachers are paid less than just about any career obtained through college degrees. The United States ranks 14th in education in the world, behind every country that has reduced number of hours in a school day and changed the way education and knowledge is transferred from teacher and curriculum to students. An estimated 6 million children have zero access to any form of arts education, while another 6 million have what is considered minimal exposure to any art program. More than 8 million American students are not even able to read, and 7 thousand students drop out of school per day because of not only their lack of reading schools, but the strenuous nature of the competitive influence school has brought on to their students.
                Fishes are being taught to climb up trees, and being forced to take out hundred grand loans to get degrees that does not even guarantee a job, let alone one that can provide, get them out of student debt, and reward their desires with satisfaction and serenity.
                It is time humanity finds the strength to unify, and therefore revolutionize. The Education System demands to be changed by the many refrained by money, lack of opportunity, and lack of true education.
There is nothing that matters at the end of each day, besides the art one creates and the love one disperses. Society has lost touch with their spirit, and it starts in the education system. Independence should be exasperated and utilized. America must adopt the other worldly ideas of education, and simply design a greater hope, a rightful prosperity, and economic righteousness for all those who seek the power of knowledge.
Education is not competition. The world is not ranked. Money is an object.
From the youth, to the generation and authority that has kept us in the shackles of ignorance for so long, it is time for change.
The youth wants more. The youth deserves more.

Mental diseases, disorders, and defects has hindered humanity since its’ beginning and birth. From the popularity of depression and anxiety to the terror of post-traumatic stress and schizophrenia, a high percentage of humans struggle with their own mental flaws and illnesses. The variety and emphasis of such a topic has been explored by the research of doctors, and represented in many forms and fashions of literature. However, the theme and labels of these mental representations fall under a kingdom that I perceive as humanity’s himartia, the spiritual war where mankind has grown to believe that the world outside of them, is the only world that holds value.

    It has been ultimately and magnificently proven through the book One Flew Over the Cukoo’s Nest, that every human has mentalities, mindsets, and art within them that should not be and cannot be labeled as mental illness. It is not a disease, it is rather an emotional opportunity to represent the depths of one’s soul. The main character and leader of the revolution within the mental hospital that the book takes place in is a powerful, intelligent war veteran by the name of McMurphy. He is on a mission to design a peace treaty of embracement for the war between the patients who have been manipulated to think that what makes them who they are is why they are there by the power-tripping nurse. McMurphy is the monger of the opposition to the spiritual war that society experiences through their prioritization of politics, safety, money, and themselves. When discussing his ideals to the patients in his attempt to release them of the boundaries and cage they have been placed in by these labels, his beautiful, revolutionary mentality is perfectly revealed when he says, “Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power. Think about it. The most insane man is, probably the most powerful.” Among his arsenal of messages that he is embarking on getting across throughout the crazy journey of this novel, his utmost desire to show those refrained by the mental asylum that they are indeed not crazy is one of the most powerful messages in any piece of literature.
    Fubdukian and Wilson provided another perception upon the spiritual characteristics of mental disabilities and illnesses, describing the labels. They say, “Onlookers may try to divert the mourner’s attention to other topics discourage crying or talking about the loved one. The response suggests that grief is not healthy or that it should be minimized or avoided.” Their perspective upon the popular mental disorder of attachment issues and description of such in enticing. They do not give it a name, but rather describe it with emotions such as grief and greed. They perfectly identify and support the true bullets that are piercing human’s minds and souls, and reinforce the idea that mental illness is much larger than a definition and the answer is much more spiritual than a couple of pills.
    Michael Cornwall, a psychiatrist and writer, attacks the ideas that have hindered contemporary international society and quota for it’s existence in his article, I Don’t Believe in Mental Illness, Do You? He wrote, “I don’t believe in mental illness. I believe we are sovereign souls that should not be imprisoned or be given forced treatments or offered any treatments that do us ANY harm when we are suffering human emotional suffering and madness. I believe we should be given respect, love and compassion.” He perceives the world as if it is destined to be gorgeous madness, thriving in chaos and exploding with beauty. The world is not a blank meadow. It is a loveable garden. Human’s minds are not meant to be refrained to the slightest extent, as the power people exert is the power that is within, an infinite power that begins in the mind and fills the soul. Humans are not suffering from mental illness, humans are exploring the depths of their own universe. Humans are suffering from the shackles of the atmosphere around them, screaming that they are something or need something. The reality is, humans are insurmountable and endless, and it is as simple as that.

    The world has been brought to prioritize safety over freedom. The safety of being able to pay the bills, the comfort of being able to just make it by as average is something that has infested society as if it is the true disease. It is contagious in the way that people’s mentalities regarding how horrible and dark the world is has spread like wildfire. The youth has been influenced by the ignorance that grows inside of maturity. It has been taught to chase success, because what one loves may not be enough. McMurphy sees this as the true disease of society, and teaches the patients to stray away from control and to become what they have the potential of becoming. He profoundly and prolifically states, “The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the further they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon.” The giant moon is what society speaks to humanity. That money should of be of most extreme priority, that comfort and success is what should be chased above the color in one’s soul.

    The world continues to search, as humanity continues to be lost. The dreams that we possess are not transcending into our realities. Literature has attempted to begin the defense to this loss of spirit that mankind continues to create for itself. The world outside of us, is controlling the one within us, and that is an issue.  McMurphy’s character is the posterchild of the armor-piercing bullets of passion, empathy, and love that needs to become more relevant. It is ignorance, that has blossomed instead of the gardens. There is a universe within every person, and perhaps a universe that needs to be embraced, instead of ran from. Life is rocket science, and humanity needs to attempt to build a UFO. Not to only end this spiritual war, but to do what the souls and spirit within each person are meant to do, break free. Break free from the labels of mental illness, and what society deems as flaws or chemical imbalances. If life is crazy, then be different. Be psychotic.

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Yo, the world is after you.
Safety is an attachment too,
and you riding the wave like this beat I'm rapping to.
You are a soul, you do not have a soul,
ordinary people, just a mask and clothes,
knowledge to smoke but you're attacking bowls.
The world is in your palms, control of the galaxy,
It is in your heart, the rest is a fallacy,
Live freely, and you will live powerfully.
How can it be?
I look around, and I am feeling doubtful G,
Humanity lost itself, how can we allow it to be?
It's more than what I am rapping about on this beat.
The higher power is within you,
believe it.
As your heart races,
your thoughts begin to deepen.
What you love, is the only thing you should be seeking.
You are not a twin, but you reside in the towers of ignorance.
All accepting your paths, like a cowherd of mormons,
You are a universe to build, the power is in storage,
and you are allowed to explore it.
Don't sell your soul to the Devil,
the illusion of control,
The world is your instrumental,
Your love is the music and it's flow.
Use it to own, the truth is in your bones.
I believe in me, like I believe in you.
Happiness is what I'm seeking to.
The journey is your destination,
I've been in cuffs, but y'all arrested and it is a devastation.
Love is in you, the rest is waiting.

Vanity,
safety is just a poor man's Christianity,
y'all have power like Moses when he parted the land & sea.
It is in your essence to do whatever you please,
it is humanity.
Embrace it, your life is your creation,
Your mind is in your design,
the world is our home, we can change it.
How is it?
We got enough money for me to be seeing war,
but don't have enough money to be feeding the poor?
Peace is just torn,
and please just be warned,
there is a power within you, secretly born.
The universe, colorful and infinite,
there isn't any room for ignorance.
The future is destiny's dance, so put your hips in it!
I gave you this rap you can sing to,
but the true music is within you,
sip on it like it's gin n' juice.
Living life in the purpose of succeeding,
is  as useless as a prayer in an abandoned church,
I walk along this damaged Earth,
and refuse to just be another man in the dirt.
I see war, I feel fire, chaos.
This life is your design, crayon.
Don't conform to any evil,
The world is extraordinary & peaceful,
And there is nothing worse,
​than just being ordinary people. 

It is a chamber pressed against your temple,
the drag of your longest finger as it slips from the cliff.
It is the sun falling,
blood spilling, 
time burning.
It is disintegration,
explosion,
the end.

It is, not in the distance,
not coming in time,
not arriving.

It is here.
Your reality is relative.
Time is a label,
as comfortable sounding as religion.
It is happening at once,
and you are experiencing the strongest pain you have felt,
the most beaming smiles you have given,
the most everlasting orgasm you have had,
the memories you are attempting to erase,
right now.

It, is life.
Do not be scared, love.
Life, can die too.

You have a world to speak to,
a world to give to.
Stop smoking the cigarette of restraint,
of spiritual suppression,
of second guessing,
of distraction.

You, are killing life.

The world, is after you.
It is screaming, that you are not worth what you desire.

Prove them wrong, love.

Life, is there for you.
Life, loves you.

Do not murder your admirers.
Make them proud,
because the truth is,
the gun may fire,
you may slip,
the sun may fall,
and you cannot do anything about it.

The truth, is life,
and life, is you.

Do not waste it,
become it,
be it,
desire it.

It is,
a dream,
that does not end, unless you destroy it.
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