May 2009


we need to escape the grasp of these pythons the real snakes in the grass/
i’m trying to do the math but what i’m seeing doesn’t add up to the facts/
my soul is rather intact but i miss that comfort and the support from you/
still the same or a newscast filled with ninty percent fake news and some truth/
if i could i would deface the koran and break the cross jesus died with/
so we didn’t have to argue about who can use of allah as i cry myth/
my hatred of religion runs deep some seek to find a holy figure/
the death toll will get only bigger and i can compare some to hitler/
if you could turn back time would you change for the better of us/
i wrote a letter as such but right now that doesm’t matter too much/
as a matter of fact my perception of the financial collapse is ask for it back/
after each investigation we were left with a laugh as they mentioned the lack/
of caring where the bailout goes sail out those who disagree with me/
it seems to be if you want to speak you will get a cop’s fist for free/

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i’m always fascinated that i can handle where my mind goes/
but as life passes and time flows i’m asking if your kind knows/
and remind those of the corruptions and lies that i might right/
personally i like life and it’s contents i hold onto tight like/
the grasps money has on us even though we aren’t the ones with it/
but who’s the culprit who can stop it do we need to get specific/
or need to place conditions as we began to map the tension/
i see them tapping into your father’s pension might we mention/
you’re full of apprehension as well hoping here is colder than hell/
they can’t get ahold of their health should they make a mold of themselves/

is this the future the growing greed of these baby boomers/
reporting the rumours from the same cell phones that gave me tumors/
they should have made me sooner cause can envoke ideas with words/
we’re being steered off course but of course we will change our ways/
before the praying mantis closes it’s grasp but it’s complex they say/
on checks these days i’m seeing way to many zeros/
and i fear those that case a dark shadow on our supposed heroes/
they move in silence and screcy whenever they want to/
why don’t they flaunt the truth their lies are just used to taunt you/
are our habits killing us softly as we hope our song doesn’t end/
or is that the part that keeps us sane we hope to pretend/
so i share some smoke with a friend and conversate/
he tells me about a one world government and we don’t have long to wait/
are these songs of hate or just cries to shed the pain we feel/
our words are being maimed you deal with it with something stainless steel/