"Now try this one..."

I've never seen the wind, but seen it’s effects

Through the years, through blood, tears, and liters of sweat

Here to recollect the visions that the dreamer forgets

A lot of wisdom there, hidden in the things we neglect

A lot of kindred souls that I'll never meet in the flesh

See the lost ones posturing and beating their chest

Taking aim at nearly everything perceived as a threat

Keep your head screwed on tight, and demons in check

Any given day, catch the bard sharpening sticks

To press through the heart of creatures from the darkest abyss

The art of the grift, in every ad you're targeted with

Save the artifice, and multi-level marketing pitch

All the new-age new-speak, the Kool-Aid’s too sweet

Enough to rot teeth, walk the street with a new lease

On life since I climbed out a hole in the Earth

How to stay composed with the planet going berserk

You consume - you become; Rule of thumb

Gain the world, lose your tongue; Or move as one

Set the tone right, I'll handle the meal prep

Live in full effect over beats that Dealz chef'd

'Round the clock, neck-deep in the crates

Cooking something for the seeds, pushing P's on their plate

Not for war like Eagles, or the secretive snake

Let's keep it moving at a feverish pace

Go to work

Talk to spirits like Roland Kirk

It might blow up, but won't be served by the Soda Jerk

Know your worth, stay alert, and pay attention

They emulate, then play dumb when the name's mentioned

Save the flowers, I’ve seen the influence here

And wear an S on my chest like a boutonniere

Let’s clear the air again, heroes and heroins

Rear-naked-choked-back tears cloaked in arrogance

Check your ears, I hear no comparisons

It's wearing thin, a lot of wear and tear on limbs

Nothing I can grin and bear after years of working

Fingertips to the chalk-white bone to build something

I could call my own, but not mine alone, and not created in a vacuum

Or in a sterile laboratory there, incubating in a glass womb

With heads like balloons, soaking up the gas fumes

This and that one are pushing a false plot

All cap, it’ll gain green and then fall off

New tunes for hand-to-hand distribution

I swear no solemn oaths to Man's institutions

You consume - you become; Rule of thumb

Gain the world, lose your tongue; Or move as one

Either way, hope you're heeding the war call

The same tired imagery's repeating like Warhol’s

That's worth saying twice, I survey the sights

And pray for better days, blue sky, and rays of light

Bread alone won't suffice, I know that much

Dodging knives, bullets, brass knuck's and Mac trucks

"Man does not live by bread alone....

Man does not LIVE by bread alone!"