You can read this like a poem, or like a rap song cuz it kinda sounds like one... Movements, a separation from the power Improvements, stopped by those in power who devour us like smart bombs, like they really read the psalms, their palms sweaty, they're not ready, their unsteady. The truth to them is like a full on lie They ready us to die so they can make a cheaper buy, eliminate those who defy but their ready to deny, all the charges, as the conspieracy enlarges. They hold us from the truth as it slowly unfolds, but the right wing bullshit story still holds, keeping you and me in the mold, to them were sold. Hidden, the secret white house agenda Forbidden, the truth about the republican pretenda, a senda of soldiers to be chopped up in a blenda, but of course the motha fuckers won't host a referenda. The CIA shot king, and X, and Kennedy, The news says its oswald, Islam, and Ray, but when we find the truth their gonna have to pay, as the corporate right media blinds us everyday, stand up to the white house and say youll disobey. Peace and Love, Dan
