Transparent
Written by: Anthony Eugene Ramirez

Chorus:
Don’t you dare tell your whole life to strangers… (Why?)
On this walk, more concern for our neighbors. (Die)
Up to bat, playing hard for the majors… (Prize)
Transparent, leave my heart on this paper. (2x)

Call me Mr. Glass, Samuel L. Jackson.
Unbreakable, Bruce Willis, Life action.
We in a storm, like the King at peace sleeping.
Where’s your faith, are you grounded in your pre-season?
Is this a game to you? This ain’t a game to me…
You on your I’ma hate God, like He’s make believe.
You go through trials, tribulations, your slavery,
Then you on your break up, to make up like Maybelline.
How many days in the year is all about you?
How many graves will you dig, and denounce truth.
How many lives will you hurt, like the swine flu,
We’re blessed to be a blessing, brave heart, I die too.
We go through tragedies, lost children, lost lives…
And when our house catches fire, can we stand high?
Are we so filled selfishness, false pride,
That we can’t feel the emptiness inside?
We go through craziness, lost focus, lost time,
when life jabs you in the mouth, can we stand high?
Are we so filled selfishness, false pride,
That we can’t feel the emptiness inside?

Chorus:
Don’t you dare tell your whole life to strangers… (Why?)
On this walk, more concern for our neighbors. (Die)
Up to bat, playing hard for the majors… (Prize)
Transparent, leave my heart on this paper. (2x)

This ain’t the same old, life sucks, life’s hard…
We on that same walk, hardship boulevard.
But what you going through, it don’t define you.
It’s how you handle it, integrity or idle.
Are you standing on the solid rock, or sinking sand?
Is your ground slipping ice, or a piece of land?
Is your mind Fort Knox, or a tipping hand?
you master of your own life, think again…
We own nothing, know nothing, Jesus Crucified.
What you think you got a hand on, is stupid lies.
Our control, is a false thought, it don’t exist…
Pave your own highway, homeboy, all a myth.
We go through tragedies, lost children, lost lives…
And when our house catches fire, can we stand high?
Are we so filled selfishness, false pride,
That we can’t feel the emptiness inside?
We go through craziness, lost focus, lost time,
when life jabs you in the mouth, can we stand high?
Are we so filled selfishness, false pride,
That we can’t feel the emptiness inside?

Chorus:
Don’t you dare tell your whole life to strangers… (Why?)
On this walk, more concern for our neighbors. (Die)
Up to bat, playing hard for the majors… (Prize)
Transparent, leave my heart on this paper. (2x)

Bridge:
I don’t know what a glass person looks like, I’ma stay transparent…
Because, though the damage is apparent, we rise…
On the boulevard of life, trust the Most High.