I'll press till I can't press no more

Press for the impassioned stress of

A thousand addressed,

Men, women, children

Just hold your breath

Tick... tick ...ahhhh

Now Press for the million deaths

Of hungry oppressed

Get up get dressed

My press, stresses the rest
To be the best

Above the rest

To pass the test

Of achievement

Trials of fire

In the night,

Burning my sleeves

Oh yes indeed

Pressed to lead;

The masses,

Unprecedented
People distress

Of the regression

For diesel,

Oil that Is

Fuels the fires

Of war

Why not conduct the

Business of peace

Like Pax romana

To break the chains of dest-itution

Words passionate desire

The avid fire of pen and paper

Generations now and before

Laugh and abhor

The future
A new press

Writing these rhymes

Before my time

Picking up dimes

To scratch out

A liv-ing

Because day to day

It's like every day

Nothing left

But to press harder

Golden retriever

Chasing the thoughts

Of those long lost

This is for

The ones we left

In conflict

Internal battle like

Civil warin'

Inside my mind

Losin my mind

But still not blind

To the suffering

Of the people

Go on

Stop the genocide

Germany, Rwanda, Darfur

Why not one love?

Great leaders

Do great things

To Remake things

Make love not hate

Make peace not war

Now Forevermore

Press on

Something eternal

My daily journal

Presented por la gente

But gently

Not to let

My presses be stopped

By the depress

Of repression,

But my press

Can't stop,

Won't stop

'Till I rot dead

And buried

But

When I'm gone

My press'll stay strong

Because

My press

Is like your press

But my press

Is blessed