Friday, April 26, 2013

Commitment.

Commitment is over-rated.
Your better off committed to a mental institution than to be committed to something that's driving you crazy.
...Bitches be trippin.

I try to hold on...

You're just as fucked up as I am baby
and maybe even further gone
I try to hold on 
but you just fall right thru my hands.


I always fall for the fallen angels
searching for the promised land 
I try to hold on
but you just fall right thru my hands.

I'm gonna grow a garden.

Im gonna grow a garden
burn your money up in smoke
I'll laugh at your illusions
and I'll take another toke
 
I'll build my house on sacred ground
nothing but family all around
living simple, one day at a time
Ain't got no reason
but I got a Ryme.

Fuck.

Fuck your money
Fuck your status
you can keep your wealth and fame.
Fuck your Gods
and your nations
It's all just a fucking game.
Fuck your Education
Fuck your fancy clothes
Fuck your plastic blonde-haired Nazi Jesus
that you claim to know.
Fuck your guns and badges
Fuck your bombs and wars
Fuck your flags and institutions
nothing but Love can even the score.



The Choir Master of the Mind.

Music is a medium 
a portal 
channelling energy from within and without
drawing from the gyration of the spheres.
Where there is Peace
it flows like a river to the sea
but where there is chaos
a minor chord is struck
and the chorus is dissonance.

Rythym, Harmoney and Ryme
within a measure of time
the dance of notes around a beat
spaces between sublime
The empires are built and destroyed to the melody and time
of the Choir Master of the Mind.