Missing someone
Ain’t no fun
Having someone to miss
Well, that’s perfect bliss
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