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Corrupt Critical Concussion

Chemical Prison, Mental Facility.

Puzzle Pieces, Schizophrenic Activity.

Brain Disorders ain't a disorder at all.

It's the human species that rose so tall.

Rose so high, but it slammed to the bottom.

No need to Diagnose, I already got em.

So take what they need as you put it to good use.

It's just a placebo god damn whats the use.


All this racial profiling and these crooked ass cops.

But we're laughing now as we pull out our Glocks.

So Stand beside us as we rise to the top.

Citizens come together outside the melting pot.

The people aren't happy, we wanted what we asked for.

Obama better act quick for here comes a civil war.

We told you what we wanted, some mother f**king change.

But its all good in the hood I got my missiles in range...


~Snyper

Re: Corrupt Critical Concussion

a world insane, is only but a memory now
to change it in yourself, the perception is how.
balancing opposites, accepting both as your own
giving respects to the Light that has shown.
that which is in each one of us beings
the knowledge of life contributes to our seeings.

the war is in the mind, unconsciously
until you wake up and realize how its happening.
like a parasite feeding, the host unaware
enlarging itself thinking they're the heir.
once realized, its our responsibility to take control
our own life our own goals, Ecclesiastical Deed Poll.

take what is yours, change it for yourself
change it from the ego, to the power of True Self.
dont give in to the power in which you 'see'
but search for it inside yourself, sip on some tea.

if you know that Knowledge is Power
know that our Knowledge is what make 'them' cower.

Re: Corrupt Critical Concussion

This idea of consumption is direct with its loses,
Like antisemitic systems bundled up with its clauses,
By faking that I'm homeless just to get on EBT,
Its just like I don't even know the proper place for me to be,
So Fish-sticks and Bread is what i can afford,
I Take what I can get and give my thanks to the lord,
I wont be a starving kid playing out on the streets,
I'm known to act quick because I'm playing for keeps.

I woke up in the morning and it was hard to see,
I wiped out the sleep that was entangling me,
Light my cigarette as I look at the sky,
I look to the stars and I start to wonder why,
All the things from the past all my thoughts from the present,
All the worries that I had and the act of my presence,
The situation dawns that we need a new direction,
To draw the hate from our souls while healing these infections...

[ snype - 31 Mar 2011 11:51 ]