| My blond hairs 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 kinda crippling, and rather sickenin' |
| 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’m’a 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 |
| and 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 |
| Or 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 it’s so easy to call someone |
| Greasy or skeezy or cheesy or sleazy |
| But saying I love 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 |
| will you be my friend |
| until we, meet again |