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By Julian Lozano

Copyright 2015

I won’t settle for less than I deserve

Oh, yes!

I’m impressed and liking her

We both bellow distress inside we hurt

But, to grow several steps we climbing first

Like the Mayan pyramids at Chichen Iza

The virus spirits give can freeze your screen up

Or sting in the gut like you’re eatin' pizza

We’re reaching the crux.

The beast that feeds us

Is a genius.

He deceives us.

We reach for green bucks

While he feeds us our pink pus in freaking tea cups

And tells us it’s good for us we need to read the

Fine print cause they syphon and we agreed ta

Have life suck like a Dyson.

Indeed, we need some

U.N.I.T.Y.

in a crisis like Queen Latifah

Foolish things are recycling- it be a rerun

We need to reach the balance like a freakin' Libra

SHIT!

Sometimes I need to act all loud and pissed

I was tryna rap about a modest chick

Now, I’m ranting on about the politics

Powershifts, conmanship, there’s a mad amount of disks

That I made discussing conspiracies

I just want a babe who loves a career with me

Eats healthy, and raps about corruption, the tyranny

Loves me spiritually, and doesn’t fear a thing

Is that so much to ask for?

Master of puppets craft more crack whores

Who are mindless, spineless, and fucking trapped, lured

In mass hordes to media to being a brand.

Born

To be stamped more than a passport.

Logos and Ads poured

In your skull it all trickles like a Trojan, a back door

I was blowing the whistle.

Now, I’m blowing the brass horn

I’m from the ‘burbs where chalk outlines were only on black boards

But, everyone’s brainwashed and wishing they had more!

Oh, society is bleedin'

There’s a road, the trail is unbeaten

We can go.

Baby, we can leave this

Place and start us a farm somewhere

Know they say the grass is always greener

On the other side, but I’m tired of paying meters

We’re supposed to stay here and make it cleaner

Bring the nature to us and make it clear

Want a relationship, duration-less, tenacious bliss, sensation-rich

No charades and fibs are phasing in

I press reset ‘fore the messy depths start dangerous

Life-threatening stress you regret the Ex.

The greatest sin

Is to be hating your neighbor kin.

Did they break you like they were horse

trainers, kid?

Maybe they did.

Your significant other

Was crazy as shit, a charisma-less blunder

They’re programmed to be how the system is.

Lovers

Think they’re in a Disney movie, and they need a prince to discover

Them, and mold the crown so, it fits then get butt-hurt

Shit is going down.

I’m getting' this plunger

Pissed at each other you can’t meet the standards

Of a fairy tale romance you’re grasping to capture

Holding on to illusion’s like grappling to Casper

Your life is a lie like the Great Gatsby, you bastard!

During mass B, I am tackling the Pastor

«god is mad when girls were shagging their man, sir!»

Asking for answers from a dimwit

Who’s ensnared and inherited the religion

Of his slave master way after the submission

To labor ended.

Let’s forget it and fucking ditch it

Baby, pleasure and pain, they are one in the same

You can maybe measure the weight by the sum of the gain

By making several mistakes, we’ve discovered a way

So, let’s break the federal chains;

we can run to a place

That is better and blessed.

Get your severance check

We’ll jet and resettle in heaven.

Ingest

From a medicine chest filled with lettuce and fresh

Herbs.

We’ll be centered free of debt or excess