The Deliverer

Is it a sin to be socially conscience?
To be aware of what's going on in the world
To gain the whisperers knowledge
The gossipers language
New mental food to expand the brian
To be fruitful in your thoughts
So that your world's balance
Won't be left up to an ignorant fate
Nothing is ever safe to say
And someone is always feeling offended
This sensitive society we call home
It's an estranged place for the gifted
We need to be pushed to our limits
We need to be awakened from our slumber
These burdens on our shoulders, don't feed our hunger
Remorse is the bitter's thunder
Recourse is the journey of another
To be conscience
To be offended
To be ignorant
We should be livid
Yet we're content with whatever is given
Content isn't happy
And if you want it bad enough
You will earn it gladly
You cannot walk unless you crawl
You cannot be a chief if you haven't been an indian
The leader in the sand will sink
The leader on land is the deliverer.