from: THIS WORLD
THIS WORLD
my friends caught me out and they let you know
that I’ve been getting low and i can't let you go
then i said it myself, so you caught me out too
and now i can’t control these crazy thoughts about you
and if i can sort it out, then it makes me keep guessing
that this ain’t a friendship anymore it's an obsession
so you’re waiting for me to let you know when i let you go
my love for you was set in stone but yours was set in snow
This world can be so unkind
Kept you waiting at the back of my mind,
This mind can get twisted and twirled
Kept me waiting at the back of your world.
It’s time to be strong and face this issue dead on
instead of letting it get out of control and roll into a head on
and it hurts so bad i can't even leave my bed
and the only thing i ever really wanna leave is my head
now I reckon i should seek help when i can
but I’m so stubborn when it comes to reaching out my hand
I always get it wrong and I know you wanna be there
but I also wanna to be fair...
you know i keep displaying the exact pattern of proud
if you think I’m playing then run back to your cloud
i can’t keep on praying you’re gonna come back around
I can’t hear what your saying this drum track is too loud
This world can be so unkind
Kept you waiting at the back of my mind,
This mind can get twisted and twirled
Kept me waiting at the back of your world.
I can see a ship in trouble some way out amongst the waves
It’s dark and rocks are near and wind is howling through the caves
and we know that light could save if the lighthouse flame could just burn
and then only then if the reflecting plate could just turn
but it hasn’t been used in years so no one knows its fate
the skipper of the ship knows this and decides to throw the weight
weather the weather and wait it out ‘til daylight
but the bough will break when it drifts on rocks if the anchor doesn’t stay tight
in fact I’m the captain I’m tryna hook that anchor on you
but I know you’re no good, i need something stronger than you
i’ve finally seen you’re the killer of my self-esteem
you’re nothing. You’re wrong, you’re dead and gone, you’re just a dream.
This world can be so unkind
Kept you waiting at the back of my mind,
This mind can get twisted and twirled
Kept me waiting at the back of your world.
TIRED
'don't let my scuff my - shoes away,
I've had enough of blue old day's,
and given stuff like - you away,
but I've come to claim your love again'
It seems like yesterday I was living on the sidewalk
gave your gold away I'm always giving into sly talk,
I've lost my youth - I've forgotten what to fight for
a sight for sore eyes still cant even find the right door,
people turn their heads and walk yard round where I stand
Look - I'm the one you fought for peace and brought freedom to your land
My mother raised me to never harm a fly
but I was armed and forced to kill when we got shipped off to die
by some good twist of fate I survived the kiss of death
I missed you during that distant wait and have love to miss you left,
it's been well over a decade since I held you close,
I always visit where you lay but never found your ghost,
sorry it's late don't be afraid of a little dark
cos tonight I've come to take you on a picnic in the park
check out this pick and spade I'd make Ian Scarrow's day
and I've found this old wheel barrow to take you right away
I've been dream of this day since when I first went in there
but now I'm community care but they don't care
all they care about is money and I want love so bad
and all I can think about is this special love we had
so I've come to dig you out and re-kindle that old flame
I've brought my poetry book to recite for you again
you don't have to eat - just lay back and listen
cos you're the doll I write about - you're the gem I'm missing
with a whistle while I work...
with a whistle while I work now it wont be long
but I seem to have lost my youth and now I'm not so strong
this night has been forever and now the light is waking
the hole's only a few feet deep and my back is mighty aching,
this ground is very dry and these roots run so thick
my breath is getting distant - I can't even swing the pick
my body wants to sleep but I see you in the dirt near
I'm gonna stop and reach in cos I think I see your shirt there
my hearts about to explode and then suddenly it's peaceful
I think I'm touching your skin - it's time to sleep off this chill
(i am alone far from my home)
'don't let my scuff my - shoes away, (I'm Tired)
I've had enough of blue old day's, (I'm Tired)
and given stuff like - you away, (I'm Tired)
but I've come to claim your love again'
(and wearily my soul treks on into the evening)
ONWARD FORWARD DOWNWARD
I've been so close but never heard
I'll sneak into your zone without a word
under your door or a crack in the floor
you can't see but i've been here before
no digits but i turn pages
i immortally travel down through ages
swim down a chimney and shimmy your curtain
skim the back of your neck for certain
rippling lake tops - flattening reed beds
crippling grain crops - scattering seed heads
riding on currents in between furrows
twisting spirals down underground burrows
where insects wander blind - tectonics grind
specks of onyx are never combined
where soils of old tell tails at every turn
and coils of coal lay never to burn
i am a draft expanded mind graft
i dive into an abandoned mine shaft
i feel no time pass through slow turns
i dimple the skin of a thousand glow-worms
i fall into the night over fossils unseen by light
or the eyes of human site
whisping over the scales of a million black insects
who know only the light, which the dark injects
many fathoms underground below the earth's crust
i hear a bellowing thunder sound
a low dark rumbling i keep turning and tumbling
onward forward downward
riding on currents sucked through tunnels
twisting spirals down underground funnels
where stalactites cling a sole drop rings
and black water runs so cold it stings
and crystals lay dark never to shine
and diamonds sleep beyond the reach of any mine
and cave walls sweat with an unknown heat
and strange creatures lurk beneath and seethe
...and enter another dimension
where girders convex under centuries of tension
and time halts to a cold winter waltz
where quakes ripple slowly down old splintered faults
and vaults of treasure lay dormant forever
and torment and pain reign onward together
with a constant moan and gut churning groan
of lost souls burning forever alone
from complete darkness to an overwhelming glare
from the fear of the unknown to an unknown fear
exploding fire balls - molten iron ore
how can i escape from this giant core
i keep rising with the heat but i know the exit's farther
down into that bubbling pool of incandescent lava
i've faced this situation before here
the only way through is overcoming the fear
down is out so I pound and shout
through the mass wars to the gas pores
i sour through the ash with a roar and crash
and bust the crust or the porous mass
i escape from the fiery lake
unscathed but my scales ache
my tail shakes free
I've shown even the devil cant take me
i rise so quick and spiral and chain
to the world you all try to gain
to dive inside your lungs again
and turn and twist through the fire and mist
turn and twist - turn and twist
turn and twist through the fire and mist
dive inside your lungs again
and turn and twist through the fire and mist
diving through layers with force of flare rockets
driving through claybeds sourcing air pockets
eroding ice shelves - exploding through valves
delving under realms to light up hell
writing fear to hearts of those i carve in half
appearing as a breeze, or a charged up draft
to turn and persist through the fire and mist
and dive inside your lungs and twist
from: THE SADVIPRA DIVERSION
CRAWLING IS EASY
the road ahead is misery - it's thick on every side,
and all the children left and right are sick from pesticides,
no tent in sight, left to die, thin as sticks with festered eyes,
and next to me with a quest from thee who says we're blessed with life,
a guest from christ in a festive guise
preaching heaven is nice - but they're western lies,
empty cries that emphasise we're hell bound,
but there's more to tell now, there's a war to sell round,
there's shells to pelt down, and this fellas spellbound,
but he thinks he's well rounded and grounded
and he spells it clear with a yell into air.
"are you a winner or a sinner?" and selling gods shelter there,
my loss is his cross - he's taken on my burden,
and all I want is my dinner in peace so i reach to close the curtain,
all these rows of streets of hurting people
who breathe loads of speed but are adverse to needles,
new weekly wardrobe complete with sneakers,
believe in god’s hope but still flirt with demons.
you must be dreaming - up there with your nice clothes
you can't hear the screaming with your eyes closed
so close em tight - just like it's night
that way you cant see a thing - not even light!
'cause
crawling is easy in the white snow, white snow - with your eyes closed
and walking is easy on the tight rope, tight rope - with your eyes closed
running is easy along the right road, right road - with your eyes closed
and flying is easy in the night so night so
close your eyes and keep your eyes closed.
ignore means to not acknowledge but to know it is,
there are probably other meanings but i want to go with this,
i often blow a kiss when i want to throw a fist
and life is such we don’t have to touch but we must co-exist.
some say ignorance in bliss and i say ignorance is PISS,
and right now all the ignoramuses will be ignoring this,
but before you turn me off with a nervous spurt and cough,
i challenge you to come and hold my dick and jerk it off,
ah that got your attention didn’t it - i'm just like Jah Rule,
only my song has a message hidden in it and i don’t act like a fool,
talk is cheap but there’s a need for diction - look,
just put down your joystick and read a non-fiction book.
the sorrows of tomorrow are from the horrors or wars today,
the daily frontline is on your doorstep it wont morris dance away.
but:
crawling is easy in the white snow, white snow - with your eyes closed
and walking is easy on the tight rope, tight rope - with your eyes closed
running is easy along the right road, right road - with your eyes closed
and flying is easy in the night so night so
close your eyes and keep your eyes closed.
ooh baby the world is wild but you can get by on a smile,
what you cant get by on is ignorance, try all,
you want - all you can, end up with uncle Sam,
on the front line of a war you just don’t understand.
"more news just come to hand it's just like vietnam".
so be thankful for your birkenstocks and trusty fiat van.
cos so many corporations set out to slaughter nations,
with fortifications imported and stationed in poor locations,
and when folks fall ill there's no support for patients,
but that's their whole will for you - to be caught in their matrix.
you try and scrimp and save but there's a crisis on your shelf,
it's chemicals in processed food and the price in on yourself,
this ignorance is leading to a whole life in a poor health,
and in the end the doctors bleed you dry by siphoning your wealth,
so there you are awaiting doom in a gloomy waiting room,
and its already cost what you saved on food - but there’s no inflation boom,
and once you're in there's no way out best believe you are enslaved,
they engage you in a programme and yes please you must behave,
then cash drip your savings and leave your head shaved,
and tie you up in red tape and say you're dead brave,
but you’re no deader or braver than the last Joe in that vest,
cos if you don’t know you just expect that the doctors must know best,
they keep on saying they're advancing by displaying stem cells,
but who's paying them to keep you ill - whilst paying themselves.
the pharmaceutical companies are at the peak of this pecking pile,
they smile and keep you weak and sick - it's sick and fecking vile!
there are alternatives – take some time to watch what you consume,
and if you shut your eyes don’t be surprised if you're locked in hospital room.
CONFESSIONS OF A MUD-GUARD
everyday we are bombarded with shit
some of us take a sip from the carton and spit
some of us every hit our skins harden a bit
but most of us are weak and become part of the ship
these companies don’t give a shit if you are starving your kids
or if your rents overdue - or your cars in the pit
all they want is your last dollar so we are targeted with
dreams of a better life sucked in by a marketers gift
it's a marvellous lift, plastered on lager and chips
part of the trip they give us (to escape this basket of shit
they call life) - just a drip to drain our hard earned chits
another scam - to keep our fence white and grass verge clipped.
the blood suckers wont quit 'til our caskets are lit
and our ashes are hiffed from the harbour bridge
to where the barnacles live - to be a part of the fish
and become like the mud we are bombarded all with.
they say we have purse power - we are free to choose,
but their 'freedom' is just a word, cos if we breathe we lose.
they say we have power / in speech, in choice,
but why should I speak when you are deaf to my voice?
send the waterfall
send the flood
make some sense out of all this mud
FORTHEARTHAND...
who wants to live in a world so poor?
there's no hope around the corner when we are hurled into war,
there's no light at the end of the tunnel just fatigue,
failure and fear, famine and disease.
dear God I'm on my knees - am i succeeding my test?
you told me I'd be free if I keep feeding the rest.
but they're not eating they don’t want this invitation.
instead they are feeding well on misinformation,
and the media chains keep choking their brains.
I gave up crying once to focus on change -
forget the world - but she was tapping windowpanes,
crying through my lock, and angling in the rains,
‘til all was sodden and drowned at the bottom,
I signed a pact with God to fight for the down trodden,
took a step on the path of getting eaten to pieces,
reading many a thesis and getting beaten like jesus.
next to me every moment is research and query,
all components of each conspiracy theory,
take this faded seedling let yourself be grown,
this ain’t allocated seating - make yourself at home
start sipping complimentaries ‘til the last cap goes pop,
i'll be ripping elementaries ‘til my last rap flows stop,
paste my last poster up and gasp my last 'hip hop'
won't stop until the last drip from my tap goes drop,
do you understand what i'm tryna stress i'm expressing feeling here,
a humble man tryna dress, but i cant get out of this wheeling chair,
the words are really clear cos the beat is fairly bare,
but to you it's bass (frequency) so deep you can barely hear,
you think about it, yes you do - but do you really care,
don’t think that you do, it's really near - the end is nearly here.
I once hoped i was at a lucid end,
but every tv remote has a noose at the end.
and every useless trend is a pyramid scheme,
they've got you where they want you and - i want to scream!
cos you are taking us all down with such ignorance,
if we're to win we must combine much bigger than this,
they've made us divided - there's proof we're separated,
we're targeted with fiction via satellite stations,
they forecast the news and hire puppet like patrons,
then broadcast views to biased right wing nations,
right at dinnertime when you're tying your apron,
'n frying the steak and tired and aching
from the grind of today bringing home the bacon,
you need a new loan, cos your savings disintegrating
and you're tied to a routine - enough to make you scream.
your screen is plastered with master card and new blue jeans,
you're blasted with pasta ads, faster abs, plaster pads,
a chance to back the all blacks, faster cars and lasting wax,
cancer carsenegenics are back, mars attack,
cars are crashing, SARS is catching so don't rush back.
now they want you quarantined with a foreign regime,
and two pop video teens who are hot in the gay scene,
can our brains separate the false from the real?
or our emotional states - when they fashion how we feel.
do you understand what i'm tryna stress i'm expressing feeling here,
a humble man tryna dress, but i cant get out of this wheeling chair,
Let’s go back to the days when cavemen foraged,
we had respect for fauna and native forests,
we took only what we needed - nothing was depleted,
50 thousand years later we have Agent Orange,
destroying every living thing where ever it's dropped
then there's genetic alteration of almost every crop,
we take more than we need cos we are ruled by greed,
our creations destroy way past whenever we stop,
i have promises to make and more to keep
kilometres to take - before i sleep
androids to wake before they fall to deep
and the people started waking who before were sheep
SING HALLELUJAH
corrupt governments don’t give a fuck about the covenants
all they are concerned with is pillaging the earth, and then they
make a trillion dollar while a million live in squalor,
and cos they know it’s wrong they get all hot under the collar – then they
silence them who cried with a silent genocide
and when we want some answers all the violence is denied and then they
take away all hope and leave the scene in tape and ropes
escaping from the firing line and hiring scapegoats.
late last night i heard the lord a calling ‘sing alleluia’
got me thinking ‘bout the war we are all in ‘sing alleluia’
it’s not a war with lotsa tanks and bombs ‘sing alleluia’
and it’s not a war against the yanks or the poms ‘sing alleluia’
it’s a war in the mind, a war of human-kind ‘sing alleluia’
why we aren’t content and why we have to be defined ‘sing alleluia’
why cant we just be – why cant we just breath,
instead we’re taught to believe something and forced to achieve,
real young and choose a job we think we want from skills we’ve got,
so as a grown-up tax payer we just fill a slot,
so early on the message is ‘go expand your talents’
and then success is measured up on our grand bank balance,
we wanna be great in a big city and be adored,
but all we get is hate or pity if our packaging is flawed,
so then you plaster on the masks – and hide the real you,
this shallowness makes us hollow and inside we feel blue.
It’s the same old stage we’ve been performing on for years,
maybe time for change or you’ll bore me all to tears.
we are searching for a meaning when there is no meaning.
we’re all longing to belong where there is no song,
it’s all wrong. If what you want is us to all get along,
first we’ve gotta find ourselves – and feed ourselves up strong,
and well - time will tell if grime will still sell,
so stop getting sucked in by advertising for starters.
and put our money where our mouth is, actions where our heart is.
Come find yourself - Don’t blind yourself
Come find yourself with me
when you’re living a lie and want to give in and die then ‘sing alleluia’
need a bit of hope to be freed from a rope just ‘sing alleluia’
if you’re up in the club but should be huggin your bub, go home and ‘sing alleluia’
before you get your shoes sing the sweatshop blues, cumon and ‘sing alleluia’
if you need a quick snack please don’t get a big mac just ‘sing alleluia’
If your money’s all spent and you need to pay rent just ‘sing alleluia’..
THIS WORLD
my friends caught me out and they let you know
that I’ve been getting low and i can't let you go
then i said it myself, so you caught me out too
and now i can’t control these crazy thoughts about you
and if i can sort it out, then it makes me keep guessing
that this ain’t a friendship anymore it's an obsession
so you’re waiting for me to let you know when i let you go
my love for you was set in stone but yours was set in snow
This world can be so unkind
Kept you waiting at the back of my mind,
This mind can get twisted and twirled
Kept me waiting at the back of your world.
It’s time to be strong and face this issue dead on
instead of letting it get out of control and roll into a head on
and it hurts so bad i can't even leave my bed
and the only thing i ever really wanna leave is my head
now I reckon i should seek help when i can
but I’m so stubborn when it comes to reaching out my hand
I always get it wrong and I know you wanna be there
but I also wanna to be fair...
you know i keep displaying the exact pattern of proud
if you think I’m playing then run back to your cloud
i can’t keep on praying you’re gonna come back around
I can’t hear what your saying this drum track is too loud
This world can be so unkind
Kept you waiting at the back of my mind,
This mind can get twisted and twirled
Kept me waiting at the back of your world.
I can see a ship in trouble some way out amongst the waves
It’s dark and rocks are near and wind is howling through the caves
and we know that light could save if the lighthouse flame could just burn
and then only then if the reflecting plate could just turn
but it hasn’t been used in years so no one knows its fate
the skipper of the ship knows this and decides to throw the weight
weather the weather and wait it out ‘til daylight
but the bough will break when it drifts on rocks if the anchor doesn’t stay tight
in fact I’m the captain I’m tryna hook that anchor on you
but I know you’re no good, i need something stronger than you
i’ve finally seen you’re the killer of my self-esteem
you’re nothing. You’re wrong, you’re dead and gone, you’re just a dream.
This world can be so unkind
Kept you waiting at the back of my mind,
This mind can get twisted and twirled
Kept me waiting at the back of your world.
TIRED
'don't let my scuff my - shoes away,
I've had enough of blue old day's,
and given stuff like - you away,
but I've come to claim your love again'
It seems like yesterday I was living on the sidewalk
gave your gold away I'm always giving into sly talk,
I've lost my youth - I've forgotten what to fight for
a sight for sore eyes still cant even find the right door,
people turn their heads and walk yard round where I stand
Look - I'm the one you fought for peace and brought freedom to your land
My mother raised me to never harm a fly
but I was armed and forced to kill when we got shipped off to die
by some good twist of fate I survived the kiss of death
I missed you during that distant wait and have love to miss you left,
it's been well over a decade since I held you close,
I always visit where you lay but never found your ghost,
sorry it's late don't be afraid of a little dark
cos tonight I've come to take you on a picnic in the park
check out this pick and spade I'd make Ian Scarrow's day
and I've found this old wheel barrow to take you right away
I've been dream of this day since when I first went in there
but now I'm community care but they don't care
all they care about is money and I want love so bad
and all I can think about is this special love we had
so I've come to dig you out and re-kindle that old flame
I've brought my poetry book to recite for you again
you don't have to eat - just lay back and listen
cos you're the doll I write about - you're the gem I'm missing
with a whistle while I work...
with a whistle while I work now it wont be long
but I seem to have lost my youth and now I'm not so strong
this night has been forever and now the light is waking
the hole's only a few feet deep and my back is mighty aching,
this ground is very dry and these roots run so thick
my breath is getting distant - I can't even swing the pick
my body wants to sleep but I see you in the dirt near
I'm gonna stop and reach in cos I think I see your shirt there
my hearts about to explode and then suddenly it's peaceful
I think I'm touching your skin - it's time to sleep off this chill
(i am alone far from my home)
'don't let my scuff my - shoes away, (I'm Tired)
I've had enough of blue old day's, (I'm Tired)
and given stuff like - you away, (I'm Tired)
but I've come to claim your love again'
(and wearily my soul treks on into the evening)
ONWARD FORWARD DOWNWARD
I've been so close but never heard
I'll sneak into your zone without a word
under your door or a crack in the floor
you can't see but i've been here before
no digits but i turn pages
i immortally travel down through ages
swim down a chimney and shimmy your curtain
skim the back of your neck for certain
rippling lake tops - flattening reed beds
crippling grain crops - scattering seed heads
riding on currents in between furrows
twisting spirals down underground burrows
where insects wander blind - tectonics grind
specks of onyx are never combined
where soils of old tell tails at every turn
and coils of coal lay never to burn
i am a draft expanded mind graft
i dive into an abandoned mine shaft
i feel no time pass through slow turns
i dimple the skin of a thousand glow-worms
i fall into the night over fossils unseen by light
or the eyes of human site
whisping over the scales of a million black insects
who know only the light, which the dark injects
many fathoms underground below the earth's crust
i hear a bellowing thunder sound
a low dark rumbling i keep turning and tumbling
onward forward downward
riding on currents sucked through tunnels
twisting spirals down underground funnels
where stalactites cling a sole drop rings
and black water runs so cold it stings
and crystals lay dark never to shine
and diamonds sleep beyond the reach of any mine
and cave walls sweat with an unknown heat
and strange creatures lurk beneath and seethe
...and enter another dimension
where girders convex under centuries of tension
and time halts to a cold winter waltz
where quakes ripple slowly down old splintered faults
and vaults of treasure lay dormant forever
and torment and pain reign onward together
with a constant moan and gut churning groan
of lost souls burning forever alone
from complete darkness to an overwhelming glare
from the fear of the unknown to an unknown fear
exploding fire balls - molten iron ore
how can i escape from this giant core
i keep rising with the heat but i know the exit's farther
down into that bubbling pool of incandescent lava
i've faced this situation before here
the only way through is overcoming the fear
down is out so I pound and shout
through the mass wars to the gas pores
i sour through the ash with a roar and crash
and bust the crust or the porous mass
i escape from the fiery lake
unscathed but my scales ache
my tail shakes free
I've shown even the devil cant take me
i rise so quick and spiral and chain
to the world you all try to gain
to dive inside your lungs again
and turn and twist through the fire and mist
turn and twist - turn and twist
turn and twist through the fire and mist
dive inside your lungs again
and turn and twist through the fire and mist
diving through layers with force of flare rockets
driving through claybeds sourcing air pockets
eroding ice shelves - exploding through valves
delving under realms to light up hell
writing fear to hearts of those i carve in half
appearing as a breeze, or a charged up draft
to turn and persist through the fire and mist
and dive inside your lungs and twist
from: THE SADVIPRA DIVERSION
CRAWLING IS EASY
the road ahead is misery - it's thick on every side,
and all the children left and right are sick from pesticides,
no tent in sight, left to die, thin as sticks with festered eyes,
and next to me with a quest from thee who says we're blessed with life,
a guest from christ in a festive guise
preaching heaven is nice - but they're western lies,
empty cries that emphasise we're hell bound,
but there's more to tell now, there's a war to sell round,
there's shells to pelt down, and this fellas spellbound,
but he thinks he's well rounded and grounded
and he spells it clear with a yell into air.
"are you a winner or a sinner?" and selling gods shelter there,
my loss is his cross - he's taken on my burden,
and all I want is my dinner in peace so i reach to close the curtain,
all these rows of streets of hurting people
who breathe loads of speed but are adverse to needles,
new weekly wardrobe complete with sneakers,
believe in god’s hope but still flirt with demons.
you must be dreaming - up there with your nice clothes
you can't hear the screaming with your eyes closed
so close em tight - just like it's night
that way you cant see a thing - not even light!
'cause
crawling is easy in the white snow, white snow - with your eyes closed
and walking is easy on the tight rope, tight rope - with your eyes closed
running is easy along the right road, right road - with your eyes closed
and flying is easy in the night so night so
close your eyes and keep your eyes closed.
ignore means to not acknowledge but to know it is,
there are probably other meanings but i want to go with this,
i often blow a kiss when i want to throw a fist
and life is such we don’t have to touch but we must co-exist.
some say ignorance in bliss and i say ignorance is PISS,
and right now all the ignoramuses will be ignoring this,
but before you turn me off with a nervous spurt and cough,
i challenge you to come and hold my dick and jerk it off,
ah that got your attention didn’t it - i'm just like Jah Rule,
only my song has a message hidden in it and i don’t act like a fool,
talk is cheap but there’s a need for diction - look,
just put down your joystick and read a non-fiction book.
the sorrows of tomorrow are from the horrors or wars today,
the daily frontline is on your doorstep it wont morris dance away.
but:
crawling is easy in the white snow, white snow - with your eyes closed
and walking is easy on the tight rope, tight rope - with your eyes closed
running is easy along the right road, right road - with your eyes closed
and flying is easy in the night so night so
close your eyes and keep your eyes closed.
ooh baby the world is wild but you can get by on a smile,
what you cant get by on is ignorance, try all,
you want - all you can, end up with uncle Sam,
on the front line of a war you just don’t understand.
"more news just come to hand it's just like vietnam".
so be thankful for your birkenstocks and trusty fiat van.
cos so many corporations set out to slaughter nations,
with fortifications imported and stationed in poor locations,
and when folks fall ill there's no support for patients,
but that's their whole will for you - to be caught in their matrix.
you try and scrimp and save but there's a crisis on your shelf,
it's chemicals in processed food and the price in on yourself,
this ignorance is leading to a whole life in a poor health,
and in the end the doctors bleed you dry by siphoning your wealth,
so there you are awaiting doom in a gloomy waiting room,
and its already cost what you saved on food - but there’s no inflation boom,
and once you're in there's no way out best believe you are enslaved,
they engage you in a programme and yes please you must behave,
then cash drip your savings and leave your head shaved,
and tie you up in red tape and say you're dead brave,
but you’re no deader or braver than the last Joe in that vest,
cos if you don’t know you just expect that the doctors must know best,
they keep on saying they're advancing by displaying stem cells,
but who's paying them to keep you ill - whilst paying themselves.
the pharmaceutical companies are at the peak of this pecking pile,
they smile and keep you weak and sick - it's sick and fecking vile!
there are alternatives – take some time to watch what you consume,
and if you shut your eyes don’t be surprised if you're locked in hospital room.
CONFESSIONS OF A MUD-GUARD
everyday we are bombarded with shit
some of us take a sip from the carton and spit
some of us every hit our skins harden a bit
but most of us are weak and become part of the ship
these companies don’t give a shit if you are starving your kids
or if your rents overdue - or your cars in the pit
all they want is your last dollar so we are targeted with
dreams of a better life sucked in by a marketers gift
it's a marvellous lift, plastered on lager and chips
part of the trip they give us (to escape this basket of shit
they call life) - just a drip to drain our hard earned chits
another scam - to keep our fence white and grass verge clipped.
the blood suckers wont quit 'til our caskets are lit
and our ashes are hiffed from the harbour bridge
to where the barnacles live - to be a part of the fish
and become like the mud we are bombarded all with.
they say we have purse power - we are free to choose,
but their 'freedom' is just a word, cos if we breathe we lose.
they say we have power / in speech, in choice,
but why should I speak when you are deaf to my voice?
send the waterfall
send the flood
make some sense out of all this mud
FORTHEARTHAND...
who wants to live in a world so poor?
there's no hope around the corner when we are hurled into war,
there's no light at the end of the tunnel just fatigue,
failure and fear, famine and disease.
dear God I'm on my knees - am i succeeding my test?
you told me I'd be free if I keep feeding the rest.
but they're not eating they don’t want this invitation.
instead they are feeding well on misinformation,
and the media chains keep choking their brains.
I gave up crying once to focus on change -
forget the world - but she was tapping windowpanes,
crying through my lock, and angling in the rains,
‘til all was sodden and drowned at the bottom,
I signed a pact with God to fight for the down trodden,
took a step on the path of getting eaten to pieces,
reading many a thesis and getting beaten like jesus.
next to me every moment is research and query,
all components of each conspiracy theory,
take this faded seedling let yourself be grown,
this ain’t allocated seating - make yourself at home
start sipping complimentaries ‘til the last cap goes pop,
i'll be ripping elementaries ‘til my last rap flows stop,
paste my last poster up and gasp my last 'hip hop'
won't stop until the last drip from my tap goes drop,
do you understand what i'm tryna stress i'm expressing feeling here,
a humble man tryna dress, but i cant get out of this wheeling chair,
the words are really clear cos the beat is fairly bare,
but to you it's bass (frequency) so deep you can barely hear,
you think about it, yes you do - but do you really care,
don’t think that you do, it's really near - the end is nearly here.
I once hoped i was at a lucid end,
but every tv remote has a noose at the end.
and every useless trend is a pyramid scheme,
they've got you where they want you and - i want to scream!
cos you are taking us all down with such ignorance,
if we're to win we must combine much bigger than this,
they've made us divided - there's proof we're separated,
we're targeted with fiction via satellite stations,
they forecast the news and hire puppet like patrons,
then broadcast views to biased right wing nations,
right at dinnertime when you're tying your apron,
'n frying the steak and tired and aching
from the grind of today bringing home the bacon,
you need a new loan, cos your savings disintegrating
and you're tied to a routine - enough to make you scream.
your screen is plastered with master card and new blue jeans,
you're blasted with pasta ads, faster abs, plaster pads,
a chance to back the all blacks, faster cars and lasting wax,
cancer carsenegenics are back, mars attack,
cars are crashing, SARS is catching so don't rush back.
now they want you quarantined with a foreign regime,
and two pop video teens who are hot in the gay scene,
can our brains separate the false from the real?
or our emotional states - when they fashion how we feel.
do you understand what i'm tryna stress i'm expressing feeling here,
a humble man tryna dress, but i cant get out of this wheeling chair,
Let’s go back to the days when cavemen foraged,
we had respect for fauna and native forests,
we took only what we needed - nothing was depleted,
50 thousand years later we have Agent Orange,
destroying every living thing where ever it's dropped
then there's genetic alteration of almost every crop,
we take more than we need cos we are ruled by greed,
our creations destroy way past whenever we stop,
i have promises to make and more to keep
kilometres to take - before i sleep
androids to wake before they fall to deep
and the people started waking who before were sheep
SING HALLELUJAH
corrupt governments don’t give a fuck about the covenants
all they are concerned with is pillaging the earth, and then they
make a trillion dollar while a million live in squalor,
and cos they know it’s wrong they get all hot under the collar – then they
silence them who cried with a silent genocide
and when we want some answers all the violence is denied and then they
take away all hope and leave the scene in tape and ropes
escaping from the firing line and hiring scapegoats.
late last night i heard the lord a calling ‘sing alleluia’
got me thinking ‘bout the war we are all in ‘sing alleluia’
it’s not a war with lotsa tanks and bombs ‘sing alleluia’
and it’s not a war against the yanks or the poms ‘sing alleluia’
it’s a war in the mind, a war of human-kind ‘sing alleluia’
why we aren’t content and why we have to be defined ‘sing alleluia’
why cant we just be – why cant we just breath,
instead we’re taught to believe something and forced to achieve,
real young and choose a job we think we want from skills we’ve got,
so as a grown-up tax payer we just fill a slot,
so early on the message is ‘go expand your talents’
and then success is measured up on our grand bank balance,
we wanna be great in a big city and be adored,
but all we get is hate or pity if our packaging is flawed,
so then you plaster on the masks – and hide the real you,
this shallowness makes us hollow and inside we feel blue.
It’s the same old stage we’ve been performing on for years,
maybe time for change or you’ll bore me all to tears.
we are searching for a meaning when there is no meaning.
we’re all longing to belong where there is no song,
it’s all wrong. If what you want is us to all get along,
first we’ve gotta find ourselves – and feed ourselves up strong,
and well - time will tell if grime will still sell,
so stop getting sucked in by advertising for starters.
and put our money where our mouth is, actions where our heart is.
Come find yourself - Don’t blind yourself
Come find yourself with me
when you’re living a lie and want to give in and die then ‘sing alleluia’
need a bit of hope to be freed from a rope just ‘sing alleluia’
if you’re up in the club but should be huggin your bub, go home and ‘sing alleluia’
before you get your shoes sing the sweatshop blues, cumon and ‘sing alleluia’
if you need a quick snack please don’t get a big mac just ‘sing alleluia’
If your money’s all spent and you need to pay rent just ‘sing alleluia’..
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