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It all works out, till it doesn't
We're cheaper by the dozen
You married your second cousin
When you thought it was true love
You're always right, till you blow it
The public records show it
And those angels proudly know it
As they rub it in your face from above
Baby, sit back down on your couch
And scooch on over
We been drunk all night,
Now let's talk ourselves sober
Who knew sweet slavery
would bring us closer?
We drive till we run out of fuel
Committed to conquering cruel
Reading about the world's fools --
Thank God we're not them
You survive until the finale
And go off to that great green valley
Where the shepherds convene to tally
All the dreams you've forgotten
Baby, sit back down on your couch
And scooch on over
We been drunk all night,
Now let's talk ourselves sober
Who knew sweet slavery
would bring us closer?
I have weathered the storms of ages and I have completed all the races; the clouds have broken away in the skies shining the light on the multitude that is trapped in the dark, mankind has fashioned the world with material made from the earth, they have built gigantic ships, airplane, fighter jets and everything that is bigger than the human frame.
You look for the God of the ages among all the human races and you cannot find it, because it doesn’t exist, something is out there that is bigger that man and it is not the pope in the Vatican, the Greeks have created it and the Europeans brainwash it and serve it in the missionary dish and the people dilute it and spread it.
They continue to believe the myth of time and they say that the deity is divine; the Europeans have created this phenomenon and rub it in the brain of the poor peasant sufferers.
I have always sought the truth that is saturated in my youth, the blur memory of yesterday has gone away and the residue of time keeps floating on my mind. I have read stories of old about the ingenuity of mankind soul and the beast that is trapped in his mind and the anger that is bubbling up inside.
It sprang up from the East and spans throughout the century when mankind first emerges as savage beast, hunting in the woods looking for something to eat and so he develops a cannibalistic nature and prey on every living flesh that confronts him in the epicenter of death.
Oh, how the world stands as a vast rock around me, and new vision is melting inside me, the rock of time will reshape your mind and the universe will draw closer to the earth. The trees in the field will expand and every human on earth will own a piece of land; the resistance will break through the gate and your spirit will be free.
Courage will escort you on the stage and destiny will renew your age and the rock of time will embrace you. Be still and listen careful to what the universe is saying to you, let go and let love flow.
The rock of time cannot break, the rock of times has a fortified gate.
I had problems I couldn't pin point
downhill curve drunk and smoking joint
people guessing the cause
miscalculating force
small falls and faults
and my reaction false
ignoring my voice
making undoubted noise
ranting with random choice
anything for attention
desperate for acceptance
and admiration, they claim
again and again, as though it's my game
nothing going for me and out right lame
same same repeat and remain
a desperate case, make it up
the whole time my world destructs
my world they envy, watching from a world empty
my good deeds received praise which infuriates
saying their friends are theirs and not my mates
ownership and hate cus I stole the stage
doing a tribute page because the idea entered my brain
after a mate they showed coldness took his life
and without his voice they were his boys
didn't help with his troubles though just got annoyed
he reached out for hands just to get destroyed
cus selfish aint aware of the reality
of those whom surround them who aint priority
when they speak through pain respond horribly
and honestly I saw the good though saw in belief
thinking they were good when they were not you see
and when i finished caring I could see with ease
the problem in my life was cause by these freaks
and even when i voice it i am not believed
though i can tell the story theirs is preferred to me
and their story is a shrug and unclued but purposely
direct the aim at me and claim mental disease
and as everyone believes it unaware I have changed my scene
it's funny how depression died and I'm happy
healthier than them up on their balcony
full of fake which they create with dishonesty
whilst I'm back to being the very being that caused the envy
that started all my problems which caused them jealousy
but now we aint friends I will change my policy
rub it in their face with advantages I take that were previously
in their head but not projected out by me
and I will make them hate themselves, and that will be,
and back to that me, the one they hate desperately
but I aint got no love, so now they wont be treated gently
All these racists with their lies,
filling the airwaves with propaganda and strife,
Stalins with soundbytes, Magellan their drivebys
the pasts dead end street -topically jacknifed
like it was the only course for a heading, point A to point B.
We pedestrians to lame a detour again, hobbled by peasantry.
But yevolt! Herr Commandant! the halt needs to screech,
only, the rich like you aint in the inner city!
we aint all nazis,
rich republicans or democrats of opportunity
those tobacco cotton czar b*tc**s aint got nothing to do with me
But for you angry youngbloods I see that your blinkers is on
,
flashing inequality, white privilege, and the radios singing that song-
"and the beat goes on and on and on", sheeples, 8 mile,
single file through Babylon.
yes we see you getting pulled over, and aint done nothin wrong
didn't join a gang or messover someone
How would you act if you were the privileged of hip hop and R&B
Say there's a lack of opportunity?
Like a cat coloring the kettle black, while the cauldron is full of Crystal bubbly.
No, you know love and understanding is a two way street
Now about Mr. Cam Newton and his claim at being a "different breed"
Sounding a bit like a young hitler, a complex of superiority
Now I know there's 31 flavors choco-malatto- San gusto consuella-injustice- demingo-......
so many ways to taste, defeat, scoop up the malaise
don't rub it in the face when you're on top of the heap,
make people suck on your chocolate dipped cone of invincibility,
pop cultured froyo with extra cream
bet it makes the taste of vanilla a fetish treat,
out of spite, cause African got some ultra fine honeys
how do you think they feel when you got a fetish for something not a bit more sweet
leaves a bad taste, in the palate of the nationality
too much high flying, smack talking,
mainlining, cult of punk personality
there aint no union in a phrase like "aint seen nothin like me"
I think you better stick with a spoon,
dig your way out of the backstabbery
a silver one for coddled athletes, who got nothin else to do
but compete for biggest cat in a cradle, big man blue
"but they never considered me"
Is there anybody else? I ask you, seriously, just you?
Newtonian physics say what goes up must come down
sorry not in the camp of horn tootin, high falutin clowns
justice serves only to rebuke you, not too astute of you
when youre bragging of genetics, a sword in the mouth can cut the lips
can gag you with double edged aplologetics
better watch out for backlash from observant critics,
self righteous attitudes, lukewarm civics
we can't bear the fruition of more bad fruit,
from bad apples with thin skins poisoning the youth
practice what you preach? ever hear of reciprocity for frontal lobotomy, lasiks surgery for radiocarotot omy
making things resentful what you tryin to prove? separation or hostility? Uncle Toms? up the Auntie, you are betting against the youth. Your blind vision seeing the world anew?
Now I know there's 31 flavors so many ways to taste, defeat, scoop up the malaise
don't rub it in the face when you're on top of the heap
make people suck on your cone of invincibility
bet it makes the taste of vanilla? A fetish treat, out of spite when all races got some fine honeys, and miss or Mrs BUTTERSWORTH mm hmm, you statistically will leave.
Leaves a bad taste, in the palate of the nationality. The grapes of wrath's depression made it's impression on all the people, so rinse your mouth, spit, repeat. Don't get drunk on your High C.
Too much high flying, smack talking, mainlining cult of gangsta personality
there aint no union in a phrase like "aint seen nothin like me"
No one is shocked a person of darker pigment can pass a football or do anything they set out to dream with heart in hard work. I think you better stick with a spork, instead of hotknifing that herb, rubbing that lambp of piper sheeptoslaughter jerk.
Catch more bees with honey, plus you can use that plastic spoon to dig your way out of the backstabbery,
but Hollywood Idols love their trophys
especially silver spooned ones, Campbell's Chunky for coddled athletes, who got nothin else to do
but compete for biggest cat in a cradle,
Golden icons on the silver screen.
Dreaming shows you many hidden things in your mind; it opens you to alternative thinking…
What is it that makes a secret? Is it something no one knows and you don’t want them too? Or is it the pride of knowing your annoying someone? Or is it just because it makes you feel smarter than someone?
Secrets can have many affects on people. It can hurt people; it can turn people against each other. A couple of things about secrets…
The first thing is, the more you have doesn’t make you cool. The more you have, the more obvious you are, and the more likely you are of hurting someone you care about, even someone you don’t care about.
The second thing, trying to find out a secret is not the best thing to do. Obviously that person doesn’t want you to know, so no matter how much they rub it in your face you just have to deal with it. Most people don’t tell you for at least one of these reasons, it’s about you, your to nosy and always want to know everything, or you’re a big gossiper.
The third thing, telling someone you have one when you don’t? Ok straight up why such a donkey? When people hear that you have one it resorts back to number one and two. It stresses people, it pisses people off. Come on people, can’t we all get along?
Secrets do horrible things, to anyone. I personally don’t believe in keeping secrets but, hey, everyone is different. Anyways, onto the dream…. (go to second page)
I never had much of an inflated ego
Vanity left me at birth
Our self esteem should travel wherever we go
But I always doubted my worth
The awful commotion of plane hitting ocean
Woke every shark in the sea
And I’m left alone with a gut wrenching notion
Why did they overlook me
The crash had killed plenty, the sharks had took twenty
So why did our lord make me last
I doubted a sentry was there to defend me
The next shark did not just swim past
‘My lord,’ I called out, ’what was I about?
Deliver some meaning to me’
That shark chewed me up, and then he said ‘YUK!’
And spat me back into the sea
He coughed and he spluttered and then the shark muttered
’I thought that I’d tasted it all...
I’ve eaten your species, but you taste like faeces’
And that made me feel really small.
Now you know full well what they're about, they're about using you
aint know better than wizards of wall street, rockin the beat with a juke.
Vegas bookies abetting frauds taking odds right against you,
left to die in the streets, exasserbated by your mental masturbated mood.
Playing russian roulette with only our head at the gun,
stirring up hatred for fun
the quest we're on is, when are you going to join us white folk
brother to brother arm in arm
most of us been waiting for you, we also the ones sounding the alarm
we hear the sirens in the street, we cry when your babies cry. We got Georgia....(guidestones) on our minds.
Now we aint made inside from some flesh that aint pink.
Same as you, we were derived, from Adam and Eve.
Each of us alone the only thing we got is each other, that's ALL there IS. Sister and Brother.
We have a common enemy, that which takes principality against us.
With Sins many fetishes of cowardice de unrelentus.
31 flavors so many ways to taste, the victory of defeat, disunity caused by cowards with immunity at rocky road place. hobbledstoned in the streets, Hoodwinked with their nuts in our face.
Don't rub it in, like "now you're on top, we got Obama!
make people suck on my chocolate dipped cone of invincibility pop docudrama.
I bet it makes the taste of vanilla so sweet,
but instead leaves a bad taste, in the palate of the nationality.
Too much high flying, smack talking, maligning personality
there aint no union in a "aint seen nothin like me"
I think you better stick with a spoon,
instead of the knife in our backs
a silver one for coddled athletes, and hip hop tools, im just saying dont say "always bet on black", thats racist fool
You got nothin else but race baiting to do,
besides your backupsinger's,
even when they more talented than you.
I see some people walking on eggshells
where the chickens have come home to roost,
making omelets with and sales of those with lower IQ
the yokes of goodwill and the r(o)(o)sters, themselves, Santaria tools .
We know we are right and we will fight
If you dare appose us we will bite
When good doers think they have a chance
We take their idea and we do the dance
We are the law that makes the choice
And no one can keep their face in a good poise
Because we will smack them with a hammer
As we see them we will make them stammer
Just because we are justice
And we try to do some odd practice
Now we will get back on track
We the people take charge and attack
Wait, what are we attacking? the people that are not right
Oh! thats just my brothers and sisters oh! they are a sight
Now look here, we, we the people makes laws
It doesn't matter how many people open their jaws
I'm all confused, we are the people, did we not choose?
We are, but certain people are just to loose
Fine, this is what the new law we want to appose
Why? because we are confused about what we chose
Using we as a word is to many
It takes all of us even granny
So this is what we want to do, is put I and you separate
And the other that we are to choose to elaborate
I am going to say this, we are to many individuals
So we separate the ones who are good doers
That does not make sense
To put all the yous and I's in a group, it's just dense
Are you with me? no I am with myself in this
I am going to rub it in your face and be in a bliss
So I will do the justice myself, and you has decide to disobey
This is what I mean to do, and it will be O.K.
Debating myself is some what kinda weird
You need to be by my side because we make choices better
So this time you and I will just make justice a letter
The clue is what we do that is some what true
It's funny when words play a game to argue the virtue
When I mean I, I mean I, and when I say you, it is you
When I say we, it is us, and that is what my argument is all about, too.
Fifty, fifty is what the Dragon Slayer is saying, it becomes no greater nor smaller
We are all at fault and our decisions that we have made is for all of us to stand taller
Even when it is wrong and we do things to put down the strong
And our arguments become pointless and long
Our justice is when we started to put it on paper and making it a law that stand
So all of us, in the long run will simply decide to band