Land Of The Lied...

Land of the lied

You fabricated the situation that you hated
While wasting time on issues debated
Well I’m the Instigator who sooner or later
Meets you the player hater
A sign post in the land of the lied and lost
Soul destroyed and ripped off
A canvass of bent truths and 9-5, a struggle to survive
Of big brothers eye of deception
I make no exceptions; I’m a chocolate soldier
A genetic throwback two thousand years
Enlightened without fears of history and knowledge
At collage I mastered I got your PHD in Caucasian
And now I’m going to teach you some Nigerology
I have a way with words, hit you most where it hurts
Like when your relation buggered you under
Made you sit and wonder
Lyrically I fucked up your case
Break beats and base, in your 9-5 rats race
Beats per minute, rap soul I’ll cut in rhyme for the meek and humble
Over revelations we stumble
I’m on a mission, through my eyes I see Gods vision
Wiseable new levels, words of consciousness
As I confess to hypocrital bishops and popes
As the DEA keeps pushing the dope
Your third eye arguing a habit to kick
Brain dead and thick, shit happens
Lea becks well sorted, and you got to be cruel to be kind
I’m a mixed race fact, black and white, rich and poor
Eating of the same shit we are fed
A chip so deep embedded like shackles connecting our head
Stealing our souls they’re taking and underground complex of science in the making
Like atoms heat seeking and precise
You best to believe the hype as I penetrate your mental-psyche
Of political poetry I recite, about aggravated police defiance, and no right against violence
National insurance and yeah what assurance of social security and tel-lie-vision
Genocide in assignation of white house implications
Mathematical data in pyramids, abused I call it theft, there’s nothing left
A silent cry of a dying mans heart
Abruptly the sound ceaces to start

Instigator©
Melanie Layton
Oct 2002