Sunday, February 14, 2010

Conspiracy

It’s hard to excepted in society

Conspiracy to hold back our individuality

Getting educated for higher government plans

We’re just some tax right off’s

Casualties of Uncle Sam

It’s hard to see them token role models

None of them will take a stand

They are all on government payroll

Mediocrity of Uncle Sam

Flip the newspaper, magazine land let’s cut too commercial

Hard to live for the moment

If we live through a rehearsal

Drink Bacardi

Wear your Fendi

All overly priced parcels

Time soon withers on and they get rich off of your torso

I got the greater plan at hand

Hello to Uncle Sam

Father time gave me my rhyme

I live for the motherland

To all my brother, all my sisters struggling from the mouth to hand

Lift up your fist and please resist

We need to try and understand

That all is bliss

If you find self, in this human contraband

Just be yourself and soon you’ll find

All your wealth’s again

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