Today I rode to somewhere rare
where I could just sit and stare
to stand alone, naked in nature
stimulated on the flow of noise and vibration of
this planets uneven rotation

The clouds disapate
The winds and slow
The air is crisp
The sun wards off the snow

Whats wrong with your matter
why do your thoughts seem to shatter
and splatter all silence into waves
of static chatter
Let your mind faulter
sitting silent under the calm water
Bubbled constant blabber jabber of
topics and thoughts and things that really dont matter
Fill the days with more than one hour
of silent inner and being stiller
giving power to the brain flower
Ignore the distractor the interactor
and the teacher thats molding young minds
with some kind of ego attractor
use brain conditioner applyed twice a day
by a liscensed practitoner
asleep at the wheeler
thoughts that act as some kind of leader
attracted by a stringer
unaware of the silent danger
mind of alter hidden
right above the shoulder

Astro capsuls(car) warm delight
Ballistic speeds to the extreme
Catagorised on shape and style
Detour from the mentor
Elevated on pavement close to enslavement
First to the mark forging through the dark
Grounds down below like a rivers flow
Highlighted with lines to guide you along
I see the danger to react is no stranger
Jerky action bad disaster
Klinkity klink klink on a broken castor
Left outta breath, DMT the chemical master
Money leaves my pocket to fix my expensive little rocket
Need all my wheels to feel, now its heel to heel
Orange is the word that mixes well with porrage
Porrage stays good in storage unlike an orange
Question the suggestion of a new auto selection
Running and walking without the radio theres more talking
Service stations fuel the imagination
Time slips by in the wink of an eye
Under the weather convertables arnt better
Vast spaces traced in the unknown race
Watching life through layers of sand
X-ray vision lights at hand
Yellow dot marks the spot of caution
Zenieth and zorrow were standing on the Yellow

and thats how i crashed my ABCs
next time wont you please
GET THE ******* THE ROAD for me

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

Terror rains, volcanos to ash
no sun, no warmth, cold bones
cash cities fall from sky to rubble
big or small theyre all in trouble
popping, screaming, lungs collapsing
no breath just dust
tidle waves beware sunamis out there
land to water inandated not vacated
rivers of blood, all alone, isolated
the flower of birth can now emerge
from the earth, old habits submerged
A butterfly free to cry through the cosmos of time
space is mine with the Creator divine

Missunderstood medicine man
plant and herbs tight in hand
veggies fruits and and tobaco plants
from tribe to civilized
plants are disected and pillized
while open awake to thrive
pharm free eating pots of honey hive
theres many that help and many that ail
tabaco dipped for death
hospitals smell stail
steel and lumber companies say hemp noway
that stuff is the devils kept
hemp went away because of that day
its back to wear and eat but not to smoke
what is this some kind of ******* joke

Instant gratification generations
all nations bent on material sensations
but to wait for something great
takes patients and vurtues, morals and debate

Carved in stone, chissel in hand
all my own roaming the land
time is a test and rocks last longer then the rest
some were moved from all around
back and forth across the ground
slowly and surely, theres no hurry

Step after step
with no debt
I live small
I have it all