Respect to all revolutionary/Front soldiers-none bolder the ones, throwing/
the boulders back at the scum-bags Rollin with guns loaded/
-the drunks, pouring the rum, all in the punchbowl that the/
blind, mullets having fights, flurries and fuss over-/
-the suns, solar is un-polar there's none colder/
-you bi-polar I'm tri-polar my minds, solder-/
is high, over required, load and it might, blow if it/
does, all, y'all will be in for a light, show/
I'm walking a tight, rope in a storm, both of my eyes closed-/
hypnotized, clones of the war, form as a cyclone-/
civilized, motions of thought, ought to remind, y'all/
forget the horse, slaughtering all, Trojans inside-/
is the bigger cause, set before us-/
-a metaphor, for the wicked force, never sourced, and they've endorsed-/
paid, hit-men on every shore-/
there's never been a bigger threat, than a military militantly misinformed-/
-the devils pitch, fork, led them on-/
- and they gon kill us all, if we let Em get that, strong-/
yeah they gon ship us all, into prison death camps, on-/
the border or they'll have us sitting in a trench with a gun-/
or in a mental home, medically stunned-/
and every morning have a medic place the methadone, under the tongue-/
-it's either that or life on the run, confiding in none-/
there's no, place, for a liberated mind in the slum-/
coz if we letting Em think, a message could slip-/
and spread in the mix, and they could realize that everything's, fixed-/
-And maybe they'd be wanting everything, fixed-/
-and maybe want a better view instead of these, bricks-/
and want a better life and not to spend their brief trip-/
working like a slave to end up on a pension scheme, gipped-/
-that's why they feed us the amphetamine drip-/
-thats why they pump the city full of ecstasy and trips-/
-there getting to the kids, presenting them a fix-/
Temporarily the world can seem, better than it is-/
why the heroin is pure quality-/
Bush, came back, from Afghanistan, with a pocket full of poppyseeds-/
honestly - you wanna hustle do it properly-/
-the CIA, call it boosting the economy-/
-the pigs ain't helping the people with every guy they bust-/
-they just helping the dealers to push the prices up-/
-are you gon let Em roll the dice on us-/
-You're either Gunna let Em do us like that, or you decide enough-/
-a rifle clutched, ain't a sign of power-/
-the fact is that a healthy mind is far superior to firepower-/
-that's what illumination is to tune your station in and/
view the vein of silver in lew of a rude awakening-/
-For what a brutal statement you awaken to/
To realise you ain't just who you are you're more like what they made of you-/
-I don't know if the books they gave at school were fake or true/
-Just trying to separate the real, from the pay per view-/
-I know my mother worked her heart out just to make it through/
And make it so I never had to starve or ever scrape for food-/
-I know the love from a parent is unconditional/
And in the midst of all this will never be something fictional-/
-I know that money is nothing it's like a ritual/
But family and friends well their value is unequivocal-/
-I never knew a thing about my father past his name/
-Still I feel connected to the islands that I can't explain-/
-Sometimes I wish that I could start again-/
That I had a chance to take, part and learn the other path that marked my fate-/
-But then I think about him raising up my little sisters/
Langi and Luisa big, brother sends, love and kisses-/
And how my younger brothers make him proud-/
-Like the real, father figure he ain't know how to be when I came around-/
-And now I see that's how it evens out-/
And what I thought I wanted has a greater meaning now-/
For me to be without a family could seed and flower-/
-And that's my blood, irrespective of the depth of any sea surrounding us/
And he who doubted us, disempowered us-/
-Learn to recognise the ways of the beast, or it devours us-/
-And those who chase impressive stones, will be left alone-/
In their deathly throws, crying for the love they'll never own-//

--You are now, streaming con-sciousness-/
--From grey, matter to the grave, and beyond the abyss-/
-Forever roaming trying to find, where the truth is hidden-/
-That's why I opened up my mind, so that you could visit-/
Tickets - you are now, streaming con-sciousness-/
--From brain, pattern to the page, to a compact disc-/
-We bring the heart back, we bring the smart back-/
-We bring the art back, back to where it started at, Consciousness.//