Song: Enhance
Artist: Rationale aka James Crawford
Album: Life As An M.C.
Year: 2005

(I can't stand the ghetto.  A lot of rappers, ya know they run around, yeah I'm ghetto, you know what I'm sayin?  
I live in the ghetto the ghetto don't live me.  
If I had the chance to live with a stream flowin through my backyard, meadows in my backyard, yo, you think I wouldn't?
We're not here just because we want to be hip and fly)

I lie back and write raps as the earth spins/
Steady, heavy workin with these new words emergin/
My future uncertain, and so I keep searchin/
And do my best to handle business like a merchant/
But sometimes (sometimes) my life hinges on an instant for a minute/
And all you see is an image but it's different/
When you're feeling break these boundaries and limits/
And all you do is pause to contemplate your existence/
Is it fatalistic?  Determinism with an agency?/
Forecasted or coincidental that I came to be?/
The mere appearance of resolute and vagrancy?/
And everything at hand looks insane to me/
But, it all points to the seat of true wisdom/
Far surpassin material and dualism/
The question goes unanswered, but really who listens?/
So then you per chance come across your true mission/
Wonder and understand my purpose and importance/
Take my time, makin progress in proportion/
Whereas, I could chill and live happy off endorphins/
But I do this for the orphans and the victims of abortion/
For those who can't do a damn thing about how their livin (livin)/
For those who had parents growin up, for those that didn't (didn't)/
For those who look for the signs and answers that are hidden (hidden)/
For those who get so mad that they wanna give in/
I stay persistent, diggin and seek more/
Solely armed with a microphone and a keyboard (why?)/
I got no time for drugs, booze and cheap whores (cause)/
I'm lookin for the light at the bottom of the sea floor/
Runnin out of air, I simply can't waste time/
Though it's tough with the aftermath of ignorance and hate crime/
Kids on the block throwin up gang signs/
Goin nuts from constant sirens and bass lines/
Even if they swapped guns for peace and tried to settle (ha, yeah right)/
You still have the meth fiends that find the devil/
And you ask why people don't seek a higher level/
It's cause both mind and body are seized inside the ghetto/
Indulgin in pleasures, a means of us escapin/
Sex, drama, TV, eating, intoxication/
9 out of 10 think who needs an occupation/
When they see it's only paper dreams that they're chasin/
Makin false friends in a world of savages/
And trustin the wrong one with anything can be hazardous/
You don't need to feign that you're ghetto fabulous/
For you to rise up from the dead like Lazarus/
And although, positivity's a rarity/
And people to lend you a hand is a scarcity/
You will be able to achieve your moment of clarity/
And solidarity, move towards peace and prosperity

(Chorus)

Yo for you to advance you have to take a chance/
For you to enhance you have to change you stance/
For you to advance you have to take a chance/
For you to enhance you have to change you stance/
For you to advance you have to take a chance/
For you to enhance you have to change you stance/
For you to advance you have to take a chance/
For you to enhance you have to change you stance/

(Imagine the 50's.  Perfect neighborhoods of smiling families.  No drugs.  No Violence.  Everything's innocent.
But none of that will ever happen, will it?  Have you ever had a moment of perfect clarity?  Well, it happened to me.
I saw how people really are: wolves, fightin for meat.  Not a trace of softness or humanity.  But some people are
different, and they shine)