I’ve had visions of division
Rich and poor competition, free or imprisoned
Those affected by choices, those who make the decisions
The s called “terrorists” striking the towers with precision
Buildings at freefall speed, don’t make sense
Obey or be terrorist is that their only defense
Whether grocery stores
Or walking through school halls
They got constant watch like Mumia Abu-Jama
Conspiracy theorists, get laughed at and called crazy
I’m a lyrical beast and guess who made me?
Can’t spell propaganda without pagan
Illuminati or Haliburton either devils are satan
Can’t fall asleep a rebel or I’ll get done like Fred
Hampton, a black panther shot dead in his bed
And heal yourself, yeah hospitals CAN save you
If they’re paid to, if not they say a bullet wound grazed you
And charge an arm and a leg just for some prescription
Of poisonous so called medicines entering your system
Native American and African healing practices I miss ‘em
They’re savages but got shamans, don’t it seem a contradiction?
Tribesmen and clans had better ideas in the past
Your rank based off respect and not about class
We got the rich and the poor and even the mid
With politicians and pigs’ exploitation like Indonesian kids
From sweatshops in Korea to fields in Sierra Leone
Poorer country lab rats we’re free to prey on
And if you’re on the bandwagon you’d better stay on
Because you’ll have the “eye of Horus” written on your gravestone
by: http://cavemancam.tumblr.com/
Asked by Anonymous
