Missing someone
Ain’t no fun

Having someone to miss
Well, that’s perfect bliss

The Way is the Way
It’s not a game to play
Walk your path
Enjoy your wrath
As a part of the wholeness
Even your vitriol is full of goodness
I like your irration
It fills me with compassion
Here’s a tip
Don’t assume I’m on your trip
I never asked to be anyone’s opportunity
Terribly sorry you are unable to get what you want from me
You don’t need a leader for your group
You need to find a drunkard and give him some soup
And when you fuck me please use some really good lube…
I may not be the droid you seek,
But even I can turn another cheek
XXD

Shit, you want to bitch and whine?
Listen kid, I don’t have the time

Your future is yours, so make it
If you don’t like the world then break it

Don’t act the fool
Floating like a bobber in a pool

The country is under occupation
It has been years in anticipation

Times being as they may
People with something to say
Getting doused in pepper spray

Police trampling people’s rights
Rousting campers from their beds at night
People crushed beneath government’s might

There’s something about flies and honey
I don’t mention it now just be funny

Remember things aren’t always as they seem
But, some things may gotten with ease
If one knows The Way to practice peace

So, if you’re feeling like heading to war
I can’t really tell you what you’ve got in store

But, if want feel hip
Listen to this here tip

If you try, I think you’ll find
It doesn’t always hurt to be kind

Dissociation

Mental Isolation

Convinced of my insanity

Having trouble with vanity

Though the voices be kind

I’ve definitely lost my mind

Fighting to get it back

Five gone two left to attack

Using wit and guile

And my own secret smile

With a bit too much pride

I write my name on the side

Tell them exactly what I’ll do

It works each time, this shit ain’t new

So it goes with my personal exorcism

I embrace this mental and spiritual schism

Me and them both

We were all do for some personal growth

Growth through isolation

Growth through dissociation

Visual hallucinations
Reduced emotional expression

An inability to recognize what’s real
That’s the actual deal

Episodes of schizophrenia
Followed by periods of dysphoria

Throw in Dissociative Disorder
It sounds like a team who’ll lose in the first quarter

To some, truth is stranger than fiction
To others, sanity is just a minor restriction

Guys like me and Mad Murdock
Never paid much attention to clocks

Every mission
Needs a nut, free of apprehensions

Or a decoy
Good job for crazy white boys

Yes, I’m a crazy motherfucker
But, I don’t care about that, sir

Some folks blame self-medication
Others say it’s all of the infernal meditation

I’m just going to turn up this musical inspiration
I’m still confident that risk isn’t an auditory hallucination

We don’t need a revolution
So much as we need peaceful evolution

I want to kill all the cops
I want to make all of the injustice stop

While seemingly attainable
Peace through violence isn’t sustainable

Not to find fault
But any sharp start or halt

Due to laws of inertia
That when ignored come back to hurt ya

Will cause a lot of political drama
Which in turn leads to terrific mass traumas

I loved to watch them win in Cairo
I cried when the Army took it all back though

Overthrowing the powers of a nation
Isn’t as sustainable as prolonged non-cooperation

Let the governments do
Just don’t let them do to you

They can only take what they can give
If you are a clever monkey you can find a way to live

I prefer to be tricky
For some, my methods might seem a bit icky

That’s cool, there are lots of ways
To live outside of control while living out your days

If you’ve got the means and can’t wait
You’re lucky, just expatriate

Look around and see
Somewhere out there is a place to be

I won’t say exactly what to to do
I’ll leave the particulars up to you

Probably, though, you aren’t rich
Obviously you don’t want to be the State’s bitch

For you, my friend, there is still much hope
For it is you who will give the government it’s rope

You don’t have to steal and rob
To avoid a government feeding, soul-eating, job

You might have to give up some luxury
But no one said being change was easy

There are too many ways too feed yourself minimally
I wouldn’t ask you to figure out for me

This doesn’t mean we get to relax
No, the mission is to deprive the Man of his tax

Not to sound like too much of a geek
But I’m talkin’ about turning the World Greek

It’s really terribly funny
These State’s run on fiat money

All the taxes they took
Those were just numbers in a book

The people kept safe from harm
The workers kept like animals on a farm

This is no joke
If you want to cast off the yoke

We do need to take care of one another
We must treat each other like brothers

Just like the nun in the soup kitchen
Even a fed’s gotta feed all of his children

I know life ain’t free
This is why we have underground economies

I used to reccomend barter
But online, it’s a bit harder

Today we’ve got Bitcoin, so…
Currency can’t be taxed when it’s crypto

Sure, it’s all fake
But it keeps the revenuer from getting his take

This my friend
Is the goal in the end

The sheriff was got by the Hood
Robbin’ the coperatin’ capital is good

If you want defeat Whitey and the Man
This my dear friend would be a good plan

The Tin Man said I’m wrong
I’m cool and sing a pretty song

But they really did need leaders
Some view me as a bit of a cheater

A bit of a shirker
A really terrible worker

I’m a professional bum
Never tried to lift even a thumb

I mean, what heck?
My main skills involve waiting on checks

To call my personality charming
Would be doing Webster’s a great harming

(“Oy vey,” think Strunk and White
“That sure ain’t soundin’ right…”)

Now that my tongue is mangled
And I wish myself to be strangled

And not in erotic asphyxiation
Nope, not some weird Kung Fu inspiration

Just really tired
Never asked to be stuck in a quagmire

The World’s problems aren’t new
I never really knew what to do

Just how to start
You all have a beautiful heart

The path is long, and the problems large
But you will get there, even if I am not in charge

That boy was born on third
Doesn’t know he’s a lucky turd

He’s a well-placed son
Thinks he hit a home run

When he’s brought home by a line drive
A sacrifice hit by a Latin-American guy

Back sitting with his team the turd talks
About the immigration views he learned on FOX

Your down with TPP?
Then you know less than me

Trans-Pacific Partnership
A Treaty of Corporate sponsorship

Stripping governments of the power to regulate
Making it illegal for people to protect there States

The treaty doesn’t give a fuck about you
It does care about corporations and lets them sue

Anyone who might affect future profits
So they can steal, pollute, or destroy your shit

Investor/State Dispute Settlements
To protect every fucking corporate investment

And no one can stop them
It uses courts outside of your nation’s system

To ensure corporate victory
Leaving the idea of freedom one for history

This is just one aspect
There are even more horrors, I suspect

The problem is we don’t know much yet
The players are negotiating this one in secret

Of course, the solution is not exactly hidden
The dummies writing the treaty only have the power we give them

So go on-line check your ignorance
Do it quick while we still have a chance

I can’t tell you how to change or destroy it
The most important thing is that we talk about it

Together we all decide
Don’t let your leaders hide

This will definitely cause Worldwide problems
Some so big we’ll have hard time trying to solve them

So go ahead and use your mind
Read up on everything you can find

As usual the way to improve this situation
Is through the liberal and persuasive use of education

Don’t worry we don’t need to be rattled
In the struggle this will be just one more battle

Write your governor or senator
Call your president or prime minister

Tell them not to be such a jerk
Tell them to get their ass’s to work

Tell them, if you’re down with TPP
You sure as fuck don’t represent me!

Oh little girl with your heart felt optimism
You really crave that I cover your face with my jism

You’ve been to school for a year or two
And your going to give us a perspective that so brand new

This shit has gone on for centuries
50 years ago you were the hippies

Soon you’ll get old
Your heart will get cold

You’ll want provide for children
You’ll consider things with stock options

Then of course will be the commute
And the sweat-shop made, mall-bought pants-suit

Soon your not really going to care
About things like justice and clean air

What’s more
You don’t know anything about war

Poverty?
To you it’s a mystery

You do have a lot of heartfelt emotion
But that’s like jerking off with lotion

You might like the way it feels
But that just doesn’t make it real

So little one, so bright and so optimistic
If you think I’m lucky to do this, go eat a dick