Holy Daze
I come to the lyrical audience
To drop science
Like atom bombs
Electrons explode like pop rocks
And soda pop
Alka-Seltzer drops
On cherry coated tongues
Only the lonely
Fields of strawberry hash
When I go past fast
Stop and smell the carnage
Dead and dieing
Trying to live free
But only dieing young
No freedom song sung
Play your drum
Pahrump a pum pum
When Jesus was young
You think he had fun
As the only son
Of the father of creation
That takes meditation
To analyze
Come to a real eyes nation
Ain’t no train at the station
Ain’t no gold in the street
Only broken glass
Embedded in concrete
By millions of feet
Stomping you down
Every time you try to rise
So much for roses
Jump the rope
Before it hangs you
Strings you up and
Takes your cheese
Cheddar is better than greed
But momma I’m hungry
Uncle Sam ate all the leftovers
Ain’t no mo’ chicken
Just mashed potatoes
And corn
But that ain’t for you
It’s for the children on welfare
Where’s your card
Move down, next in line
Repeat the same line
Ain’t got none, move down
Living in a wax fruit society
Haunting you with illusions of grandeur
Jump little monkey
Dance for this banana
While I toss you grapes
One at a time
Feeling fine
Thank you
Come again
Day old beef makes you madder
Than a hatter
What’s a matter?
Hey, what’s a matter you
Flaming Alma matter
For a brand new you
Graduate student
Of hypocritical youth
Practicing adult hoods
Take your pocket change
Ain’t nothing the same
Step into the recording booth
Violence unleashed on suburban apathy
Crime spree catastrophe
Doped up on adrenaline and pain killers
Can’t feel the rush
But trust, it’s there
Anti-depressant for an
Immature world
Anxiety attack for holiday gift-wrap
Call UPS
Or you pay us
He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
So load up your AKs
Cause your gifts from God
He’ll take
Oh! You better watch out
You’d better not pout
You’d better not cry
I’m telling you why
You can’t say bomb
If you plan to fly
Are you ready to die for your country boi?
Too late
Trigger-happy terrorist
At your front door
No weapons needed
Your country’s hungry
So feed it
Your everlasting soul
To put in a clone
That’s dieing to take you over
I am robot king
Pledge me your allegiance
Or I will make you
Dis a peer
Evil laugh number 42
Come on get in my canoe
I want to send you up this creek
It’s clear skies and ocean blue
Take a ride to
Malfunction
Data missing
Please enter destination
Going nowhere
Please enter coordinates
Or this tape will self-destruct
Where are you going robot king?
It’s all so distracting
Who’s acting?
Living in fear over here
Running out of duct tape
Wrap the baby in plastic
How tragic
No magic
Just illusions
Welcome to the
Worldwide freak show
Capitalism for sale
Everything must go
You won’t believe how low
We can go
So low you’ll think
I’m crazy
Just don’t tell mom
The babysitter’s dead
Bumped her head
And went to bed
And couldn’t get up
In the morning
by Empress Nzingha presents Hunny-Brown Sunshyne
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