M O R E

I want to be more
Than what I now am
I know that I’m just merely a man
But I want to use my mind, my mouth, and these hands
to move mountains
And to heal lands
And if I could just stand
in one spot
To take inventory of what I’ve got
To others it may not be a whole lot
But I’ll give freely of my chickens
into the pot
Because I want to be more
More than just a passer-by
Who let life pass him by
I want to be more
Than just an anonymous blogger
Or a disappearing sun in a moonlit sky
I want to be more
To know that my life counted for something
Even if it was just one thing
These thoughts have been brewing
Like coffee in the pot
Or like when beef gets stewing
Time to stop sitting
Time to get doing
Whether they’re cheering or booing
I can’t live for the crowd that I’m pursuing
‘Cause I got a goal in mind
And before the end of time
When my remains are left behind
I hope they’ll post a sign
In the place where you’ll find
My headstone sitting above my grave
Let it say that I was saved
Let it say that I was well-behaved
But most all
Let it say that I gave
Everything I had
So what, if people thought I was mad?
I put it all on the line
For the ugly and bad,
as well as the good
Because I was representin’ a different kind of ‘hood
Where it’s understood
That man is more
More than just a bag bones
More than just 6th Day experiments with clones
More than just fine cars and fancy homes
More than just poor peeps on streets
Overwhelmed by hurricanes and floods
Overrun by big rats and fat thugs
More than just the bling of the rings
More than just the possession of things
I’d like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
But the symphony won’t start
Unless there’s community
Among brass, woodwinds, percussion, and those stringy things
And this brings
me back to my role in the band
To move the song forward I must play my notes on the stand
And so I’m looking to the Conductor to wave His Hand
Because He knows the Way to the Promised Land
So when He sways
I will play
Sometimes soft and other times loud
Marked with humbleness but always dignified and proud
I will play
Because my song has got to mean something
Even if it puts others to sleep
While it gets other people jumpin’
Even if the radio stations ain’t pumpin’
my vibe
That’s alright because I lived life alive
So if I don’t see ten and three score
Cut me like an apple and examine my core
Pass along the seeds and plant them in another four
And they’ll say, “We want to be great!”
Why?
Because he
That’s me
Wanted to be more.