philosphitical

[verse 1] beneath the pleats of feats we lay, the layers say, “recount,” a maze of days, the ways we play, legacy's mounting fount. some say “can i help you?” but i quip, “let me help you!” on the flip, serving ideals and real meals, and flipping norms like chips. from "me" to "we," from ego's sea to a fleet, widespread, etched in history’s margins, where prime rhymes are bred. tomorrow’s echo, subtly bold, weaving threads we’ve led. [chorus] “let me help you,” change the cue, echoes strong and true, from hands that ask to hands that build, watch legacies ensue. from shadows long to daylight throng, under skies once blue, spread the word, absurdly stirred, in every act we do. [verse 2] names etched in stone, yet alone, will they merely fade? from seeds sown in the great unknown, legacies parade. shift "mine" to "thine," redefine, make the selfish trade, outshine greed, plant deeds, in light, not just in shade. "let me help you," words not hollow, sharp blade, from self-tangle to communal jangle, where true colors are displayed. a masquerade of giving, where the best parades are made. [instrumental] “let me help you,” change the cue, echoes strong and true, from hands that ask to hands that build, watch legacies ensue. from shadows long to daylight throng, under skies once blue, spread the word, absurdly stirred, in every act we do. [verse 3] ponder what sticks when the final act ticks, is it a whisper in the storm, or the laughter that clicks? sowing deeds that breed, beyond apocalyptic tricks, echoes in ethos, where humor meets politics. tomorrow's tale borrowed, adorned with cosmic picks, from fibs we contest, to truths that outfox the slicks. legacy in laughter, not just tears, where hope intermix. [outro] “let me help you,” change the cue, echoes strong and true, spread the word, absurdly stirred, in every act we do.