So maybe the Wise Old Owl's

Never lived on the streets per say

But I guess I roll em everyday

Fuckin eh

Hahahahahahahey

What can I say?

Maybe I'm just really fucking...

Well hold on

Wait a minute

That was you fillin in the blank

Maybe you're the pirate

Walking the metaphorical plank

Of existence in a subliminal fashion

You just can’t remember

What just happened?

Cuz your mind has been hammered and stammered

By forces you can’t imagine anymore

So don’t look at me

Just look at the floor

Cuz you know that I’m the bomb

And I’m here to tell you more

You’ve gotta open up your third eye

And open up your inner four

What else are we here for, man?

I think I thought that was the plan...

To evolve and to grow and to mould us up

Into something new

Before we all rot here

Like mouldy chicken stew

Shouldn’t you be embarrassed too?

I mean

Jesus Christ!

He knew

Mohammed

And

Buddha

Did too...

But it just doesn’t seem to be...

Fuck it

All religions

Are just scintillations

Of a future generations

Powerpoint presentation

To a nation

Of grovelling idiots

Lost

To a hollywood notion

Of greed and destiny

And of magic potions

And ointments

And appointments

And all the things that come with living life

In the land of the free

So just sit back, and relax

Put your feet up

Take it easy

Don’t worry about a thing

Watch the tv

See a movie

Or do something for free

Like go to the park

In the middle of the city

With your sweetie

Which your tax dollars probably paid for

In the grand scheme of things

Don’t you see?

I was being facetious

In that last sentence probably...

“Or maybe not.”

(I said to myself sarcastically)

Anyways

Back on track

Crack is whack

So is smack

Don’t get your head stuck on that stuff

Personally, I’d rather stick to the fluff

And always the green

You know, with THC?

Fuck it

Id rather eat food from a chinese buffet

Every day for ten years

Breakfast lunch and dinner

That was totally loaded down with MSG

Then fuck with that kind of chemical imbalancing (again)

But people still do...

And it just doesn’t seem to be getting through

Poverty within society

Is a necessary evil

According to the bourgeoisie

Hypothetically speaking of course

And as cliché as this may be

I do still think they do

Secretly run every country

With a small minority

Of white dudes in nice suits

Sitting around a huge black table

Suckin on fuckin’ expensive cigars

Gettin rides around town in Maybachs

And other fancy cars...

And all the while...

Sittin around...

Watching a screen...

In their office...

In the Penthouse...

Of the craziest fuckin shit you’ve ever seen

And I don’t know what to do

About this dream inside my head

It’s been there since the moment

That I realized I was undead

I mean alive

Survived

Revived

Surprised that I would surmise?

Reincarnized;

Somebody else who already died

It may be fresh but it’s an old mind

Oh! Zats a nice rhyme....

But it just doesn’t seem to be...