I'd say I have good taste,
But what makes good taste?
For me its observations,
Of the entire human race.
Observing's let me taste,
Every color of the rainbow,
Had a journey past the spectrum,
Found a color I can't let go.
Its the color of love,
This most colorful taste,
This most powerful drug,
I need to sell it with haste.
So Ive gone the gunner,
Choose to die by the sword,
Dip the tip into my skin
So I can write another word.

A journey gets a journal,
It's my life on bits of paper,
Read it page by page,
I'll come n check your progress later.
I'm just gettin' started
On this journey to the top
Of The Hill where they stay
Where I can put a stop
To this top 1% with over nine tenths
Of the money in this country
While were livin' in tents
Of course that's by comparison,
Like Haitian to American,
Yet we can't just let it go,
For all oppressed should know.

The message in the lyrics,
It's simple, you fear it.
It's been there all along,
Now you know cause you hear it.
We live in corruption,
A government of reptilians,
Who let Fannie Mac,
Steal in by the billions.
The hill don't know the circle,
The circle of love,
Dirt poor they give the boot,
Watched from The Hill above.
Still we build our wall,
Made of mental blocks,
Keeping us restrained
Within the money and the stocks.

So whats the solution?
How do you play a part?
Try starting like in spring,
By thawing out your heart.
Find a friend in need,
Be the sunshine, plant a seed.
Water it with care,
Be a person through n true,
Be sure to pay it forward,
'Cause it will come back to you.
Eventually you'll see
With time your seed becomes a tree,
And spreads its love from forest,
With its seed to shining sea.

So if they gain the vision,
That's most rare upon the hill,
Allowing for 8 colors,
And expecting others still,
And love the valley dweller,
Who's the backbone of the mammal,
Perhaps they'll find oasis,
And spare these oxen-camel.
Or perhaps they'll stay here,
With only Roy G Biv,
Where most the people
In this world tend to live.
In this they're betraying
All those people in their charge,
Like all those rebel leaders,
Who make children lead the charge.

The message in the lyrics,
It's simple, you fear it.
'Cause it's been there all along,
Now you know cause you hear it.
We live in a corrupted,
Government of reptilians,
Who let Fannie Mac,
Steal it by the billions.
The hill don't know the circle,
The circle of love,
Dirt poor they give the boot,
Watching from the hills above.
Still we build our wall,
Made of mental blocks,
Keeping us restrained
Within the money and the stocks.

04/24/2011

Author's Note: I don't think our leaders our reptiles, just in case there was any confusion...

Posted on 04/25/2011
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