Freeman on the land is worth two in the hand
believe you me its hard to understand
how to make one mend with the other
without the other feeling smothered
at birth we emerge with one last surge
swooped away tagged and weighed
registered like some foriegn cargo ship
certified then denied selling freedom lies
conditioned the schooler with the golden ruler
we sinned with social security pins
at 14 did we see what we should have seen
or just a false sense of security
did we willingly voluntarily and intentionally
enter into these one sided contracts naively
ignorance had a different meaning
relying on employer seeking to empower by
continuesly consuming and devouring
returning to the land as a flesh n blood being
living modestly circled and truely free again

THC allows me to see parts of me that you youself chose not to see
Through sober eyes its hard to see where the lines lie inside
where we hide behind ego pride
bending the right use of will has an internal effect on the present
unaware of dialect, if left unchecked the mind protects from psychosis the pshycotic net.
i hear the inner voices of I the high the high of the inner eye.

Not a victim of deception
I’m consciously aware of my existence
I wasn’t born of royalty
None of that blood flownin through me

Not a victim of mass manipulation
I'm the creator of the creation
I'm God cause I make life through an *******
To me it's plain to see, that God lives inside of me

Not a victim of the slave nation
I was indoctrinated at an early age, too blind to see
Money, greed and material overcame me
Possessions like shackles broke from my ankles, now I'm free.

Technology, Technology
It runs our lives
From the alarm to the evening TV
Just count your sheep
in the hopes of a six hour sleep
Dragging, pushing, poking and grinding
All for what? A day where we swing away?
Reminise and rewind our lives gone astray
All our friends are easily connected
So why do we feel so alone
Looking for love on a computer screen
We’re all ******* with the naturalist gene
Nature’s monitored via tv screens
With copious numbers of LCD’s, CD’s, Mp3’s to sail the seas
Heaven forbid the ******* sneeze
That’s technology you can’t see.

Outta sight, outta mind. An eye for an eye.
Walmart, Sobeys obey the ****** man
Circled up family clan
Noises from a familiar land

Castles of torture for our souls
Silver, Gold, and Mercury, and
Plutonium, Sodium, Potassium mold

On stands held tight by weakening hands
They lead you along a path far away from
Truth locked away in the Promise Land.

Up in our heads, in our thoughts, the higher self
will lead the way, Never to be left on a shelf
Take it down for daily dissection
Self-Righteous freedom of introspection

Mothersoul sitting on the ties of the railroad,
Looking down the path to his homeland.
Birdys and net turkey stuffing you can bet.

Lines at night by the light of the moon
Their plan for death will come true for some all too soon
Our lungs with air that’s bombarded with toxin
chocking on the particulate, that spreads across the land.
Veggies and fruits grown by hand or spiralina with colliadal silver,
Cannabis and chlorella too, those are to filter out the Toxic Goo or
The slew of the ultimates poisonous brew
Masked evil intended for the micros
That’s you and me or
should I just tell you something you already knew.
The gates are opening and the *******  is spinning
The time is ticking,  their hands are getting all sticky
From all the ***** money that was made aloft from
All the Micro beings being slowly Offed.

You bang your head just like a monkey
You swing your arm to beat your hairy chest
Come on man, Check your ego it’s a test

Little monkey, big truck
Little monkey, stupid ****

So proud of prison, so you gloat
I don’t care, You’re just a being like me
Did you drop the soap? Just wishing of a slit throat?

You were scared and now your scorned
Ankle band, you won’t go far