wake up!

we poison ourselves in order to be pure

the mind needs bending to find the answer

often the sickness is in the cure

it’s grown, so much, like a cancer

it’s malignant- i am sure

as a kid i wanted to be a rapper- you, a dancer

nowadays we’ll settle for anything to make a dollar

oh, so demure! 

oh, black panther!

kiss me on the lips like you mean it

america

i wish to liberate you from yourself 

america

i wish you were in better health

america

you are well liquor posing as top shelf

and we do, indeed, poison ourselves with alcohol in order to be pure

we bend our minds with tonics and mixtures and pills to find the answer

the sickness, the disease, is mixed in with the antibiotic/the cure

we’ve fed it with carcinogens so it grows like a fucking cancer

no, no

chemo

we must fix the problem not the symptoms

no, no

oh!

the status quo fights the most before it dies, so much life in the last moments like 

how we are never as tired as when we are first waking up-

wake up!

each and every life matters