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Sunday 20 November 2011

I'outro

My blond hair dreaded after a long night
Dejavu, I think I said this in another life

In another form
I was a witch, a slave, the master, my crown adorned

We're sexually repressed
Look at the popularity of porn

And everything we eat
is made of genetically processed corn
and chicken, its crippling, and rather sickening'

But also leaves me, somewhat awe stricken
The victim she's dead
I hung her, then said
Its time to start again, but first, please tell me
All about where you've been

But I'ma break out and take my fake out and take the drake route
minus the deal and the mass appeal

I'm speakin from the subconscious beyond what some may think is real

I will insinuate, communicate and elevate until everyone has freedom they could celebrate

I vow to be expressive, You know ultimately some privilege can be repressive

And I came into this world without the imprint
not feeling I could trust no matter how much time was spent

My mamma, never left my paragraph indent
But it was heaven sent, and just how it should be
And through my own prison, I'm diggin out a path to free
And, in the meantime or in between time,

I might be drinking wine then freaking out then coming back to fine.

Just to make sure you got the right impression of what I'm here to do

I know you wanna hate me rr date rape me or make fun or call me flakey
But just consider a book falls apart without its cover

We all come in strange packages, we must discover
The undercover, meaning deep inside each other

Why do you think its so easy to call someone greasy or skeezy or cheesy or sleazy
But saying I luv you ain't easy

In fact some says it's hard cause this is a prison planet and we are all at large
But the beings have entered to put the many back in charge

Illuminati knowledge of a few is now there for the masses
The drastic, the shakin asses, the high to lower Classes
Teachin a new magic in another fashion

You ain't gotta have money to know that you could make it
Or be aware of heart to know that you could break

My impatient being will not allow for dreaming without evidence
Know that I tested it and measured it and then went back to re-tether it

I promise just consider all these things, all the joy that it could bring
To free yourself from past strings
Cause the truth is in your heart

Feel the pound we are bound
By an interest to be found, to be loved to be free and to have fun and to this end
I am here as your servant of evolution..
will you be my friend
until we, meet again?


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