She was born with the soul that of a great man
born of a contortionist equivocally insane
The first born of the first torn

linear thought
heavily maintained

She was wicked while watched
which was all the time

logical thinking
virtual mime

The thunderous matrix and estranged entangled
pinocchio's strings soaked in church wine

Spawned and spat in a cauldron of deceit
the wicked lay waiting and mocking her cracked feet

She knew the abyss was clearly tragic and stayed mute
the soul of the eulogy was when she was covered in soot

the tapping of the keys the clapping of the sky
Great Father in Heaven show me here why.................

leaving on the note of weeping

I WRITE FROM THE RIGHT
OR IS IT YOUR LEFT
I AM POLITICALLY INEPT

I WAS RAISED BY THE FLAG
IM NOW ASKED TO BURN

BORN TO KNEEL IN  A PLACE OF WORSHIP

NOW I AM ASKED TO COURTSEY
FOR COURTSHIP

MY BIRTHRIGHT A RUMOR
TEMPERS DO FLARE

BIG BROTHER WATCHERS
PEER EVERYWHERE

ONE NATION UNDER GOD
MORE SO  DURESS

THE SMALLER I TRY TO BECOME
THE BIGGER THE MESS

I LIVE IN THE WILD
IS THAT HOW I SHOULD REMAIN

PAWN KNIGHT OR SAID QUEEN
RIGHT ROOK TAKES THE GAME

THE BLUE TRAVELER SANG WHILE HE PLAYED HIS STEEL BLOW

SHE IS DONE TAKING ALL YOUR INSANITIES
LOOK OUT BELOW

UNDER THE PRESSURE OF
CONSTANT SCRUITINY
TO HELL WITH TAKING ONE
WHEN I PRAY ITS BOTH KNEES

NOW THAT ... THAT IS OUT OF THE WAY
WE HAVE A WAR TO WIN AGAINST OURSELVES TODAY

IN THE WORLD OF I
EGOS
AND JUSTS

GET OUT OF YOUR HOMES
KNOCK OFF THE DUST

THE LONGER YOU SIT
THE MORE THEY SCHEME

UNITED WE STAND
DIVIDED WE FEIN

I WRITE FROM MY RIGHT
OR
IS IT YOUR LEFT

ILL MAKE MY OWN WAY
THATS THE ONLY CHOICE LEFT