I’m tired of the clapping, young kids a trapping,
No capping, same problems we attacking back when 2pac was rapping

Talking about illuminati and the super rich,
You Connect the pieces, through a panel stitch
We all slaves, quick to share the conspiracy link.
We all know George Soros, but not Laurence Fink

Black rock, black stone, black power.
But all we can talk about is trumps *******?
Not the people we empower, Bc we get our news from Matt Lauer?

Fake news just means thing you don’t agree with.
The Subjective facts, turn truth IN to myth
To much noise causes perspective to shift
Happens so swift, you think it’s gift
But really you just fell for the grift

Ronald Reagan is the devil. Ya I said it
The one that started the crack epidemic,
AIDS, he didn’t get it, and let millions die in the pandemic

But, all the presidents are crooks.
Even Clinton cooked the books.
We went from a vision for a globalized economy
To drone striking little kids with autonomy

WERE ******!!!!
and it’s hard to see, all the different ways that you’re no longer free. All the different ways, you ain’t got the key, fighting the daily struggle of just to be.

WERE ******!!!
You know what they don’t teach you in schools?
How to do your taxes, WHY!? They think you’re all fools
Meanwhile you pay all the taxes you owe.
And big corporations, well… you know.

But, ROME, we need the corporations, to survive, they give us jobs, while we’re alive. Don’t they pay for most of the taxes in the land? Well, kind of, that’s payroll. And that’s not the plan.
FIRST, they took pension plans, but here’s a 401k
We’ll lower the pension but, Mach what you pay
And PLEASE don’t ask us if the stock markets OK… that’s not my job, but be patient and stay.

SECOND, companies, unlike YOU!
Deduct all their expenses…
This company car, ain’t it expensive…
These company shoes, I like to expense it
Let’s all go to the Bahamas… the tax game commences

So you got 1099’s, well write off your ****.
Don’t let the man, charge you fines
Expense it.

You don’t even need an LLC
Just file a Schedule C
Take the standard mileage deduction you see
Then write off All the **** you be

Credit is a system of trust designed by the white man
You can’t play unless you stick to the plan.
We live in a world where the rules are set
And the rules are designed to make you upset
So you look around, and what do you find?
Someone different, that may have stepped out of line
Now they are the  focus of your loathing
Become the reason of why money, you ain’t holding.
But you took your eyes off the prize. You forgot the game. May I surmise, you’re the one to blame.

WERE ******

Two sapling oaks, grow side by side, in the soft silt savanna swamp
The sun awoke, and shadows hide, their roots begin to stomp
The oaks move the earth, and stretch the sky, as they yearn towards each other’s touch
With their growing girth, and branches high,
Purposefully extend, to feel each other’s clutch

They grow, slow, and methodically
Taking their time, placing each leaf in the sun.
They reach, each other hydrologically
Sharing the wealth beneath the ground as one.

As decades turn into centuries, an exhaustive passing of time
The mighty oaks are living free, in the middle of their prime
Yet, still they yearn, for one another touch
To have their bristle branches brush in the warm wind as such

Though… a century more may need to pass.
For the old oak trees to touch
Patiently waiting in the soft silt savanna grass
The long time doesn’t seem so much

I’ve been having dreams
Like long lost strolls on moonlit beaches
Where the waves erase past steps
To make you forget your way
Struggling to find a path forward
You’re guided by misaligned stars
They flicker in the distance
And blanket the world
Only the moon serves as direction
The water rolls to the tips of your toes
As It caresses the beach
I can’t stand still
As the sands of the beach
Slowly swallow my feet.
I must move forward
In the deafening darkness
Of the oceans tumultuous tirade
I only feel the sand loosening beneath my reality
I only see the moonlit path
Separating the waves from the floor
Shimmering of the tops of the crests
And Glittering from the reflexive gems
Sparse among the endless floor
I hardly know where I’m going
But know less why I started
And know nothing of where I began
In search of endless meaning
Gripping for due north
I float forward, or backward
On the river of time.
Foraging for truth
I wake up

And nothing has changed

I like to visit it, every now and once again
Where the rich men lay, as there bodies decay, no need for mortal pain

For the wealthiest place on the earth that can be. Is a graveyard you see
For the dreams of the men, and the wishes and hopes
Lie buried below, trapped, in the forgotten minds of dopes

Like the one who's buried here
Abused his whole life by extinguishing fear.
Did you know he had the cure my dear?
The worlds sickness could've been gone and clear.

And the poor fellow buried over there.
Had the secret to a full head of hair,
Too bad he took it with him to the grave.
Lived a life of servitude, a modern slave.

But, not all died old, most left us quit young.
Kicking and screaming, to life they clung.

For these, are the men and women we remember most! Oh what a pleasure to host,
the ones who boast,
full of ideas utmost.
Compost of the greatest things that can be,
specifically tailored for you and for me,
well maybe not for me,
but you see
The possibilities of we.

Yet, these ideas and things,
Lay dormant and snuffed
Only pain it brings
To the ones who lived, cuffed

Cuffed to this mortal world, with their mortal lives,
Their mortal hopes, mortal beliefs, and mortal lies.

The greatness and potential of what was, they had, what not
Now forgotten, down they trot
Deep into the grave, their mind asleep
How the widow and the children weep,
Oh they weep, and weep together still
Till forgotten on a whim, or forgotten from the will.

All men die, but not all dreams live,
And this graveyard to which they give, those dreams, that never met hope,
The faith that never saw the scope
The belief down deep, never gripped a rope.

You must now forgive
The time has come for your life to come to an end
Don't struggle to live
Accept the pain
And in the ether you will give

Maybe the next generation will
Remember your ideals
But the one following, surely won't
So don't

For your dreams were always meant to die,
And here your body will lie
So, if you're looking for the agony to cease
Lay back and put your mind at peace

I cannot help but glare into the vastness of the Sea
How it continuously keeps beckoning me
As the waves persist, crashing on bended knee
I ponder at all the possibilities that there can be

As each wave crests, one after the other
Making a path, no drop shall trudge back
But the wave moves forward, in a great pother
What a chaotic fate must await, as it crests past the horizon, black

And there are countless waves, all marching, stride for stride
Gliding through each other, as they change one another’s course of tide
There are endless possibilities, within my endless stare
For the whole sea is in front of me
The endless possibilities are all within my care

Your shadow is proof, that glowing beams of light have traveled millions of miles
Racing towards the earth
Just to be stopped, just short of the ground, and landing on your smiles
You begin to question life’s worth

For a shadow is a silhouette of something that passed
The faceless form of grace
Holding on, and painting memories in the outline that does not last
In the deepest black I can see your face

Too often do I listen to the silence of the night
And peer into the gloom that runs across my forgetful room
Not often enough can I gaze onto a new face in the light
As the flowers bloom I stay locked within my tomb

I know we will see each other one day, I could not wish for more
For you were the only one that my eyes could adore

Wishful thinking, my heart blinking, this time I must be sure
My feet are sinking, confidence shrinking, trying to find the cure

But its not you, I cant go through, my heart I wont expose
With my hope gone, how can I go on? Continue to chase shadows

I know why the little girl cries
Because there were so many planes, it blocked out the skies
The bombing and raiding of the island side
Where the planes and the boats and the people collide
A place and time where so many died
I know why the little girl cried

I know why the little girl cries
Running away from it all with a disguise
All of her friends and family, packed up and gone
Taken to a camp, never seeing the morning dawn
A place and time where so many died
I know why the little girl cried

I know why the little girl cries
Because the bomb was dropped with no denies
Two cities fell and not a soul survives
All to the purpose, that so the nation thrives
A place and time where so many died
I know why the little girl cried

I know why the little girl cries
Because the troops marched so hard that the ground subsides
Through the blood and the sweat and the tears they all fought
Destroying everything in their path with the entire world caught
A place and time where so many died
I know why the little girl cried

I know why the little girl cries
To escape all the pain and the struggle and lies
She cried so hard that the little girl died
And now the whole world knows why, the little girl cried