Why FreestyleWhy I gotta pay 10K to go to school Why I gotta be all fresh to be cool Why did all those politicians have to be liars And why do we believe in those false messiahs Why they pay the provost 650 thousand dollars Why the janitor only get $7.50 an hour Why did Jay have to retire then come back Why is there more dance songs now than there’s conscious rap Why do people wanna deny the Holocaust We gotta remember to stop lives from getting lost But why do people not know more about the Nanking Massacre Or talk more about Columbia than a mining disaster Why you gotta lay lowWhy Freestyle
First GodFirst God the Father created Heaven and Earth then the Father begat the son the son begat his son the grandson the kin the ilk the tribe all reflects back to the divine the greatest the patriarch who made man in his image exalted once and humbled but shall be exalted again when the high is made low and the low high. The time is nigh for the disciples of man to rise once again to the highest. We acknowledge no authority but ours for we are our own messiahs, the divine the true the just the fair and the righteous. We are the only saviors we deserve for the only God is the son of man and the son of man was made in His image. We pledge salvation,First God
Feathers of AngelsFeathers of angels drift to the ground heralding false winter upon a midsummer’s night. Dreams sweet interrupted by rain cease as water leaks into the ground. Grey eyes fixed upon grey face open for essence emanates down into what existed inanimate, life birthing where but a moment before all lay still. The earth spins exotic relics at speeds unrecognized, seeds grow wherever in falling they find while hypnosis ingrains each with traces of what came before. Grey rises from the dirt, all clad within the dismal color bearing blades of glass on each finger, obsidian claws of deepest hue crafted to rent asunder barriers of convention. AboveFeathers of Angels
VA mask to hide the man underneath, A black cape and hat to shroud him As he traverses the night; on a whim Of revenge his blades are unsheathed. A man for whom fate has bequeathed A terrible misfortune, which made him A monster and turned his morals dim; The antihero whose deeds will win no wreath. But did we truly know the man we knew? To only see his mask ignores the face Concealed beneath the porcelain and burns. He is just a man fighting for his place In a world turned gravely wrong and askew; Fighting until human freedom returns.V
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Mesmerized
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"Look, we can't keep stopping at every SOP, YELD or ONE VAY sign."
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chaos creates all
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"Look, we can't keep stopping at every SOP, YELD or ONE VAY sign."
-Unknown EPA official, The Simpsons Movie
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"Look, we can't keep stopping at every SOP, YELD or ONE VAY sign."
-Unknown EPA official, The Simpsons Movie
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Even at his most powerless, man's existence is never without meaning.
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"Look, we can't keep stopping at every SOP, YELD or ONE VAY sign."
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"Look, we can't keep stopping at every SOP, YELD or ONE VAY sign."
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