Dana Burtin is 18 years old and a college student majoring in Recording Arts and Technology. Dana writes and constructs songs for everyone to hear under the moniker, LyricalGenes. He makes positive and motivational music; hopefully, a relatable message for everyone to hear. With that being said, writing is his form of positive expression and his way of giving back to the people. No matter the circumstances, he gains the most satisfaction when he has the opportunity to help anybody through something he loves doing.
Smile For Me
Where's your place to spend a quiet night Because these times have grown to show you your emotions just overflow You see your affecting others now But you don't quite know Where to go from here Wishing you can make yourself just disappear I know how you feel Hoping other people know how you feel Without saying a word You want the rich to be poor and the poor to be rich! To feel the hunger when we switch Hoping maybe then you’ll click Trust me I understand! I'm in your shoes so I'm with you Don't ever think that you're alone when I'm always here with you It's about how you deal with the pain Don't let that feeling steer you away From what you're working toward If you fail, ok Nothing's perfect, hey Today is the day That you create a different way for yourself and make up for your mistakes Everything happens for a reason, no? Every once a while you got to hit the brakes, listen! Can you smile for me? Can you be proud for me? I know these times are hard But go the extra mile for me! God, can you listen to me? So you can hear the people SCREAMING! But they smile at their demons from this word Can you smile?
Everybody wants happiness Nobody wants pain But you can't have a rainbow Without a little rain To be or not to be It's all the same You got to take the reins of this game That we call life And never go a-strange And even though it's strange That we don't have the answers all the time It's necessary to meet a compromise For future endeavors Just hang on it won't last forever Life is hard This is not the land of Never Ever Pan, Peter Watch your demeanor What goes around comes around Karma's a repeater You'll get repaid one day Even if it's meager But your soul is in good hands Play with it like Ether If you're told to be a leader Then you're not a leader You may think you're worth nothing But somebody needs you Trying to be unbreakable to the core That toughness is key! But listen man You got to smile more!
See Through Me
My People, Prelude: This is for my people. Who are my people? My people are those who understand this world. My people take it upon themselves to ask questions no one else asks. My People stand tall in the face of adversity. My people are not divided as one specific race, no! My people are the individuals who fit into categories that can never be detained by opinions. Do you see what I see when the homeless become helpless? Do you see what I see when you travel a few blocks north from our inner cities, and people wearing suits, ties, and own sport cars, have smiles on their faces, feeling secure 24/7? White, black, Muslim, Chinese, MY PEOPLE, see what I see. See What I See: No cognitive purpose, struggling, I see my people slowly degrade in despair They are hoping for a miracle that does not seem to play fair Begging for people’s help, those of which do not seem to be there. I see you and I’ll be back even if I have to come alone I want to see a glimpse of hope that has been overdue, oh too long! I see the world and even the world knows it is wrong! You call for help, but people say, “Leave a message at the tone.” Knowing they delete these “unimportant” calls If only they knew, but I do I see you grieving. Interlude: To my people of all races and their families. Try swapping shoes with people whose lives are far from ease. It’s time I open up these doors; therefore, you see what I see. See What I See (Cont.) For those who think I am writing this preaching what I preach Not even from these lines or what you see can nearly go as deep As to how our people suffer, the ones who only believe And belief is their only mechanism to one day eat A burger in the trash is sufficient enough for them to eat The more we know the more we feed those around us with truth instead of hyperboles. For those who think the world is perfect And their lives are secure constantly It’s time you know the truth, Take my hand and follow me. Postscript: To my people of all races and their families. Try swapping shoes with people whose lives are far from ease. It’s time I open up these doors; therefore, you see what I see.