Well, even should not the framing up of such figments in the evidential order bring the true truth to light as fortuitously as a dim seer’s setting of a starchart might (heaven helping it!) uncover the nakedness of an unknown body in the fields of blue

Knocking out quality hi-caliber rounds with so much sweetness.

Love aiming down low at knee caps.

I know their weekness.

Handing out tea leaves for peace like i was the mad hatter.

Sounding the alarm cuzz life is death - it don’t matter.

Rally up the troops, all hope is about to reboot.

The rich, powerful and old getting overrun by the poor powerless and young, dope dealing, fat

wallets, cheap amo, big guns.

That time is drawing near- super fear, super fear.

Is that a bullet wound i hear, ignorance is wounded, knowledge now becomes dear.

Sound off the alarms, avoid the gas bombs.

Gas masks required, young guns desired.

Ready young, be still your guns.

Lyrical bullets once more fly on.

No knowledge from crooked college but knowledge from lifes trials and tribulations.

Get out there!

This is your nation.

Reclaim lands, resettle reservations.

Old souls start to rize.

Your fate lies in their demise.

Gold is god, make god love dogs not war pig hogs.

Taking steps now to reclaim life.

I am your host.

I want to love, surf my own cells.

I digg this reality the most.

Power over will, will power it’s a thrill.

Feeling all this knowledge unused starting to spill, shit is getting sweet, people tapping on their

feets, music is the way to go, affect me and all you hoes.