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There's an apocalypse coming And we get to choose which kind Just listen to the meanings and open your mind One means revealing One means demise Are we gonna keep stealing Or are we going to open our eyes We're killing the earth inside and out Instead of trusting our hearts, we are living in doubt We can love each other and change the path of the planet We need to grow our own food, raw and organic We can't just manufacture everything, process, and can it Stop the GMOs, pesticides, and factory farming What it's doing to the planet is absolutely alarming They create lakes of blood and an earth of toxins If you read the clock then You'll see that it's time to change, this isn't how it's supposed to be We should be living together in a sustainable community One that helps, nurtures, and loves One that plants trees and gardens and shrubs It's time to bring about our utopia of the future We need to get rid of the lies, the hate, and the torture Wars, jealousy, and competition have to end It's time for us to forgive, it's time to transcend To our new world, our kingdom of heaven Just read your clock its 11:11
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
11:11
Genetically. Modified. Organism. We do a lot o'talkin And a lotta ppl mad at that name. But I got dipped in the water to proclaim, Im a GMO. The fall of man didnt hold the power to tie me down no mo My descension simultaneously displayed the ascension of my soul My eyes glow with the reflection of my heavenly father who transcended from ***** feet with blistered soles Ive been genetically modified to not see the world as which we know We're living in the fog worshipping the money that we grow We dont follow the narrow road We dont love ourselves no mo. Spent too much time bein broke Caught a break, bought a whip Bought some jays, bought some rims But gettin towed Whole house repoed Iced out, chrome. gold. Investments? zero We need new heroes Drank the lies that ***** whipped into our minds while we were bleedin on his *** Breaking earth and pulling weeds We gluin weaves like, dawg. Where my edges go? Now you tryna train yo naps cause everybody goin au natural But you STILL mad cause yo curl pattern dont show that 2 percent of Navajo. Changed yo hair but didnt change yo thinkin tho Too long that permed subconscious sinkin through yo follicles Mother earth dun been pulled harder than those edges Act like you got some self-respect, go outside and clip those hedges But her roots dug up The seeds we sew Aint enough to feed the whole The rich, THEY bite the hand that feeds But their stomachs; still on swole? People like to get online and fuss, Stop the GMOs! Following the likes and living in fear sgonna leave the po-- HUNGRY. ..and po I mean, what is science, fo?! With climate change, and the persistent depletion of arable land, where yo seed gone go? How yo plants gone grow? Hopefully that won't have to be the case but I get the feelin Mama nature's feelinnn So'... Shoot, Seasons dont know which way to flow Cause we're walkin down the street throwin trash all on her flo Like we aint neva been to anybody house befo. Fillin it up wit smoke blottin out the sunlight Making her plants choke. Now the clouds broke. Cryin acid rain and now your drinkin waters soaked Im not tryna throw shade. Im not half as deep as the aformentioned might denote I aint gon lie I dont STAY. woke . I dont do my research on every clever quote That I post Hey, Im the FIRST one to let you know that I dont know. But when I DO know Aaaand I know fasho And I hear somebody like, yeah this and that and so and so...talkin OUTside they ear. HOLE?! I be like, bro... smh -sorry, I'm sleepy and have not proofread
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC
Dem GMOs, bro.
Genetically. Modified. Organism. We do a lot o'talkin And a lotta ppl mad at that name. But I got dipped in the water to proclaim, Im a GMO. The fall of man didnt hold the power to tie me down no mo My descension simultaneously displayed the ascension of my soul My eyes glow with the reflection of my heavenly father who transcended from ***** feet with blistered soles Ive been genetically modified to not see the world as which we know We're living in the fog worshipping the money that we grow We dont follow the narrow road We dont love ourselves no mo. Spent too much time bein broke Caught a break, bought a whip Bought some jays, bought some rims But gettin towed Whole house repoed Iced out, chrome. gold. Investments? zero We need new heroes Drank the lies that ***** whipped into our minds while we were bleedin on his *** Breaking earth and pulling weeds We gluin weaves like, dawg. Where my edges go? Now you tryna train yo naps cause everybody goin au natural But you STILL mad cause yo curl pattern dont show that 2 percent of Navajo. Changed yo hair but didnt change yo thinkin tho Too long that permed subconscious sinkin through yo follicles Mother earth dun been pulled harder than those edges Act like you got some self-respect, go outside and clip those hedges But her roots dug up The seeds we sew Aint enough to feed the whole The rich, THEY bite the hand that feeds But their stomachs; still on swole? People like to get online and fuss, Stop the GMOs! Following the likes and living in fear sgonna leave the po-- HUNGRY. ..and po I mean, what is science, fo?! With climate change, and the persistent depletion of arable land, where yo seed gone go? How yo plants gone grow? Hopefully that won't have to be the case but I get the feelin Mama nature's feelinnn So'... Shoot, Seasons dont know which way to flow Cause we're walkin down the street throwin trash all on her flo Like we aint neva been to anybody house befo. Fillin it up wit smoke blottin out the sunlight Making her plants choke. Now the clouds broke. Cryin acid rain and now your drinkin waters soaked Im not tryna throw shade. Im not half as deep as the aformentioned might denote I aint gon lie I dont STAY. woke . I dont do my research on every clever quote That I post Hey, Im the FIRST one to let you know that I dont know. But when I DO know Aaaand I know fasho And I hear somebody like, yeah this and that and so and so...talkin OUTside they ear. HOLE?! I be like, bro... smh -sorry, I'm sleepy and have not proofread
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Walking along the river, side by side She asked, “Have you forgotten how to sing?” To which She heard no reply Our planet isn't dying It's being killed And I will remain unfulfilled Until I pick up the pieces and help Rebuild
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
the river's song