My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke.
Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke.
You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is
just what I feel.
Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal!
I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke.
I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a joke.
They are white supremacist hollow and they drink a racist coke.
And they bought themselves a black kid, broke me down and built a moat.
I'm the illest of the illest, you the illest with a pill.
Donate plasma with no athesma, drain so much I start to spill!
Got the game on lock with fakers who found out that words can kill.
Better bump this on speakers like I invented free will!
Spendin money by the twenties gettin hundies by the bill..
And I'll never stand for the flag so you coonies can in chill!
If my words had a flavor I'm sure I'd be spicy dill.
Bringing back the old school freshness like my name is Uncle Phil!
Maybe I see the world as far too kind,
for every earthling is an angel in my mind.
I see evil and choose to look the other way,
for I cannot process my own will ever stray.
I still cherish the people who step on me,
for keeping them around, it's a minimal fee.
I keep on pretending I do not know,
for their demeanor always matches of a foe.
I choose to believe felony is a construct of movies,
for it's way easier to live in a world free from Uzis.
Why humans resort to rape and assault?
for I always envisioned my world as the safest vault.
Perhaps, the world is not as I see it,
for they tell me my naive self wouldn't easily fit.
Tomorrow will be brighter I still manifest,
for the world is not as I see it, is hard to digest.
This is the song of my homeland, with its old new feel
A country unique and wonderful, the Land of Israel
A land that is dry, hot and sunny
A land of riches, of milk and honey
A land of a hundred tongues, a modern Tower of Babel
A land reclaimed from wreck and ruin, from arid soil hard scrabble
A land where the barren desert blooms once more
A land where innocent civilians die, the daily toll of war
A land that is holy to Christians, Muslims, and Jews
A land where you are free to worship as you choose
A land where soldiers are every vigilant, uzis at the ready
A land where Holy Men beseech the Messiah, Come already!
A land fought for, haggled over for centuries, for millenia on end
A land where the heart of the stranger and sufferer, the Lord will surely mend
The ice upon which we tread is starting to grow thin
When it cracks and opens up again will we sink or swim
Assault weapons are being hoarded by frightened citizens
If everybody tries to be the first to shoot then nobody ever wins
Children are laid in their graves by a sick man on a whim
My neighbor who likes to play with guns believes he is the victim
My suggestions to add some more control are received like mortal sin
The Cheshire Cat has disappeared and taken away his grin
Logic has gone on Holiday; paranoia has settled in
I pray each night I go to bed a new day could begin
Their Uzis lay next to their Bible; the wine they chase with gin
No longer do people walk a straight line – too dizzy from the spin
The sharks are circling in the water: I see their dorsal fins
Terrorists laugh on the sideline as our country crumbles from within
Compromise sits alone in the middle, where the light has grown so dim
I know there must be an answer out there – I just don’t know where or when
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