May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous, May you grow up to be true, May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, Stand upright and be strong, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy, May your feet always be swift, May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift. May your heart always be joyful, May your song always be sung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young.
“Anarchism stands for the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion and liberation of the human body from the coercion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraint of government. It stands for a social order based on the free grouping of individuals…” ― Emma Goldman
When we take action to avenge the ones we love, personal justice collides with social and divine justice.
We become judge, jury and god.
With that choice comes daunting responsibility. Some men cave under that weight, others abuse the momentum.
The true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. The solution is always an equal mix of might and right.
“There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You’d think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often then not, the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists? Well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.”
Σαν κατεψυγμένα κρέατα πουλιούνται τα πρότυπα ταυτιζόμαστε με ήρωες κι αλλάζουμε πρόσωπα..
πολύ αργά καταλαβαίνουμε πως ήταν σα μια στύση που πέφτει
ένα εκατομμύριο στερεότυπα που δεν έχουν πια καμιά γεύση με κάνουν ν' απορώ πώς στεκόμαστε αδιάφοροι στο ψέμα γιατί χάνουμε χρόνο όταν μέσα μας τρέχει το αίμα
σαν οδοντόπαστες λιώνουμε μπροστά απ' την τηλεόραση κοιτάμε εικόνες έχοντας χάσει την αρχική όραση..
η αγάπη μάς διαφεύγει κι αντί γι' αυτό..
χρησιμοποιούμε το σεξ για ν' αποφύγουμε τις σχέσεις
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..
