welcome to america. where souls stay empty
mouths get full, but the food stays tempting
now this bullshit has beckoned me to write a bit about it
so ignite a little green to catch the height of what im spouting

i can't say where we flew off the handle
maybe we were destined to be the example
maybe in conception, maybe in creation
the founding fathers overestimated the heart of the nation

so stressed and so overdressed,
what they [wrote constitut]ed an -instant- success,
but so convoluted --the passage of time
that we've grown too confused to interpret the text

but who can guess the extent of distortion?
and who can blame that my word disparages?
forget debating all the ethics of abortion
they're prosecuting women for their fucking miscarriages
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awesome
only in the sense that my jaw drops
just enough to wrap my lips around a sawed off
tears on the barrel, at least i have a choice
but if i pull it, mother earth has lost another voice

so i stoically withdraw it and stow it in a closet
and i lock it, and i tell myself i haven't lost it
have to unplug the tv to see ME reflected
happiness is somewhere, tell me what direction
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settle down keep your voices down
keep your message private there's authorities around
dont forget your lines while you're sticking to their script
or you'll find that they're sticking you with time as they see fit

they keep us stabled, with labels it's so ironic
the patriot act? the name itself is a crime
is everybody still hooked on phonics?
go and graduate and learn to read between the fucking lines

only then can we cease hostility
cease prosecution in the war on drugs
peace will be found when police aren't around
and patrolling the streets like uniformed thugs

i wish the crooked-cops 'ld meet a crooked end
a meat hook's proper for the pigs, i contend
google richard chrisman, computer or your phone
and read about the man he executed in his home

a guilty pig never ever gets a sentence
his god complex will never suffer from repentance
we're all suckers for the image of security
and we accept it all in spite of the obscurity

the ones becoming cops are dumber than a box of rocks
degenerates, we gave em uniforms n then we gave em glocks
so generous of all the black tax payers,
buying em batons, just to get them back later
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tell me what direction, i can't see effects of the cause
a wrecked section, the sect flexed on the cross
a segment of text I emboss is the loss
of humanity from christianity being the boss

it's insanity. jesus camp is classified profanity
it's asinine the facts decline the tacit inhumanity
can't stand ta see the people killin other people over
written lore and words of fantasy

but change is scary see, look at virgin mary she's
a very good example of oppression via heresy
and all the time consumed by praying
could be used for some tangible good, that's all im saying

and if you disagree, i can understand
i can understand that you're an idiot man
i can understand that if i ask you for a hand
you'll examine my beliefs before you meet with my demands

i said idiot, it doesn't mean i hate you
it states that i hate your views and what they make you
irate at the fate, mankind's mindstate
i stay wishin that my lyrics could slate you with a breakthrough

paint you a portrait of your potential
a stencil to trace each differential
a metaphor for teaching, and what i find funny is
i wanted to teach until i learned what money is
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happiness is somewhere, ill tell you what direction
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