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u.s.a. [preamble]
01:15
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oh jose can can you see past the borderline? / and if YOU'RE an illegal immigrant, what sort am i? / our founding fathers found a country full of native people / then betrayed em, turned to slavery and NOW we're equal?!!
give em an inch & they'll take a meter /
give up a bullet & they'll take your heaters / we're riding on a crazy train, it's a 7 billion seater / gmo seeds, so the overgrowth's impeded / and if you didn't know, then i know you still FEEL it / politically correct to the point we're repressed / then the stress is congealed till we're pressed to conceal it / crucify the few that reveal it, the truth's a charade! / hiding in a booth in the shade, in a suit made of grey / and it shoots when you say 'here it is!' / we're sleeping in the mess that we made & we're dressed in the wool of the sheep that we played / the wool that they pull over eyes wide open, i high dive oceans / so i try floatin’, just to hi five the coach on the coast i'm approachin’ / alive in the ghost that i float in.
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the opening lotus
02:55
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let's run the gamut, light the torch / dance around the flickering flames of fire for sport, it's fun to fan it / the embers under the lumber, i son the thunder, dammit / let's keep it open and honest, a promise, understand it? / avoid the combination, being dumb and underhanded / a lack of poise renders poetry noise, to be candid / this is my life story, no frills narrated / go in for the slow kill, like son of sam marinated / a tale of spiritual travel, a soul pilgrimage / from essence back to essence with the middle riddles filled in / you ever wonder what it's all about, why we're here? / is there an end game, if so, why aren't the rules clear ? / the jewels here, not phalange friendly tangible / consumed by ourselves like auto-cannibal mandibles / seems we can't handle commandments handed to man / and behave in a manner that transcends the ways of animals / still i keep a candle lit, hooded monk man handles it / man crept over sand in tan sandal steps / knowledge gained over time, refined with age / boiled down within the spirit to the wisdom of a sage / unroll the scroll, behold upon the printed page / stardust, sprinkled by the fingers of a mage / the words take form of their own accord / and afford more points made than the sharpened blade of a sword / harken, everything perceived as real is really just facade / some trust in god, while others clutch a trusty rod / and try to play the role, bumbling with thunder / frightened of the dark lightning they created / torn asunder by the wind, the ways of their sin / and from the end that ensues, they are forced to begin again / [ouroboros]
this is my epiphany, a waking dream i'd like to share with you / a journey into a new dimension of thought, nothing to compare it to.
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long fingers
02:06
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hands in the holes of the globe /
hopin’ for gold in a form i can hold /
some rather be held, but i'd rather behold / as the masses of molasses ooze in the mold /
choosing the freedumb to do as your told /
from the soles of your shoes to the blues in your soul / the movement is new but it's fused to the old / the movement is new but it's fused to the old!
[repeat 2 times]
hands in the holes / long fingers probe for the tears in the folds / the faces we wear showing wear as we're sold / for an upgrade trade, for another slave / played, so we're makin’ plans, plays for a runaway / humanoid sheep won't stray / so they sleep & save that escape for another day / plans that we made in a cage, now scrapped in the rubbermaid /
hands in the holes / the holes of a robe, adamantium gold / exposed in the fingertip grips, a scroll / and it's hold may be loose, but the knowledge is old / the knowledge is old, as the goal that we chose / and rather than follow the mold, we rose / beholding the moon in its glow, the ghost of apollo within, as i swallow it whole.
hands in the holes of the globe /
hopin’ for gold in a form i can hold /
some rather be held, but i'd rather behold / as the masses of molasses ooze in the mold /
choosing the freedumb to do as your told /
from the soles of your shoes to the blues in your soul / the movement is new but it's fused to the old / the movement is new but it's fused to the old!
[repeat 2 times]
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one eye... many pupils
01:56
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holy bejeezus, hell is freezing over surely! / these pigs are thinkin’ they fly, somebody spoke too early / the c.i.a. must stand for Coke In Abundance / governments frontin’ through 'just say no' slogan redundance / shovelin’ snow, double agents smugglin' cocaine / they rub it in and ever grow stronger, like rogaine / i watch them grow bigger yet / refuse to legalize the sweet leaf, while the reaper reaps off of cigarettes / they wanna play us out like gigapets, obvi / these lobbyists are switching up sides like its a hobby / i liken it probably to bein hobbled by the maniac in misery / i'll have a lot of company to live with me / small consolation, sometimes i gotta face facts / light up my spacecraft & explore constellations / set the controls for the heart of the sun / we were finished, from the start, it was done.
holy toledo, there's a media needle under my skin! / noddin’ off to kardashian trash again / we mainline, they're headline traffickin' / spoken word, like coke & herb, floatin turd, joke absurd, no one laughin’ / it's like the whole world's run by one guy / the pyramid has one eye, but oh so many pupils / with swiss cheese holes in their souls & no scruples / whatever's clever, cheddar go-getters / perennial millennial jet setters are spiritual bed wetters / on your mark & get set / earnin a living making a killing off death is a villainous best bet / joe d. verill, test my work, it's the best yet / now there's no good reason why the few have plenty / and the rest of us are runnin’ & stumblin’ on empty / feelin' like a guppy in a shark tank at dinner time / human race, i'll see you at the finish line.
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and i have chosen YOU
03:17
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second nature
01:51
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this is second nature, so much you'd think that i was hella bored / lifted like a heliport, i spit this & you teleport / off on a chemical charge, bon voyage / nü jerusalem star abusin' them barz / amusin' as fusin' the truth & facade / put you in the story, hallucinatory illusion mirage / i'm well equipped to trip, here's a tip to fam / i put heads to bed, like thanksgiving tryptophan / flamethrower art, with bars to touch hearts / leavin’ scarred chest and burns, a hard lesson learned / the stars essence earned, as royalties from the universe / four hundred thirty-two hertz, when i tune a verse / spirit soul being unicorn in a human from uniform frequently / schuman frequency, used strategically, produce beats from the freak in me / plus i choose to abuse looseleaf equally / chasin' paper, dance on the edge of a straight razor / thousand dolla bill paper cut ya face shaver / no after shave, pass the grenade, it's a blast, major! / gut you then resuscitate you, using the same laser / face the pain the brain stain eraser / my malice equates to your blood floating in a chalice, no chaser / big gulp swallow, red pulp and bone marrow / it's a hard act to follow i AllOne the lone pharoah / pineal gland man, when i grandstand / you can find me behind the bandstand, heiny in my hands, man / grime beneath my fingernails, doin’ dirt daily / time flies by until we're chewin’ dirt, really / size it up, life's a pie, slice it up / life of pi, nicest guy, simply cuz i'm nice enough, ya weizenheimer / rise and shine, like a diamond in a geyser burst / this life will be the death of me, but not till i surprise it first.
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same ol' chuck
01:10
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gone too soon, but the good are always chosen / caught up in the rapture, earthly aperture closin' / and while we're left behind here, these framed moments, frozen / i know you're in a better place, where tethered souls rose in / the grand transition, social media, reading your final transmission / one gone, but many missin' / it's funny how a random chance encounter can present a friend / and though we didn't kick it on the reg, i'll need some time to mend / i know you suffered here, more than you deserved to / and yet you always had a smile, a hug, a kindly word or two / by life's design, rest in the divine /
i'll often pause & press rewind & please remind me how to smile from time to time.
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do as thou wilt
03:02
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from the days of esau, can't unsee the things that we saw / the key and the lock, and we are the lot of enoch / we walk, grippin’ the illuminating torch of wisdom / we talk, slippin’ it within the glitches of the system / this bitches brew is witch's food, there's a thin line between out of body & out of your mind, which are you? / i exist beyond the shadowlands, picture proof / it's not difficult, to switch it up to mystical / just let go of ego, and sever the residuals / good & evil's dead, it's just the clever & the imbeciles / all that's left when you cease to draw breath / is just the sweet peace of release, or the stressed mess of duress / and the rest is bless-ed dust, just floating in the ethers / a sub-atomic exodus of love and cosmic features / collectively been suffering the consequence, ever since nonsense was planted at the roots of truth & common sense /
do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law /
but the holes of the soul are filled with mold and manure / we're living in loops & it goes back to before... [2 times]
our souls are entangled, growth is strangled, choked and mangled / the cold hand sold you the rope on credit in hopes to hang you / the man in black appears handsome / but beneath the paper thin veneer of painted appearance, there's something rancid / chances are, we've paid for the last dance in advance / the courtesan was cordial & we never stood a chance / must've been the loaded dice / the stakes were high, mistakes are mine, folded when i rolled against a poltergeist / bugged out and exploding eyes behold the guise / my whole world is flat, an origami globe i hold and fold the sides / it's no surprise though, nope, not really / used to be a bleeding heart, then nope, stopped feeling / sorry if i'm caustic, i'd like to say i'm lost within the gnostics, but i probably just lost it / i am a wall, built from aging flesh & aching bones / take these poems, humbly gathered from ancient tomes & make it home.
do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law /
but the holes of the soul are filled with mold and manure / we're living in loops & it goes back to before...
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part waters
02:07
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kaleidoscopic haze, brain stain residuals / trying to trade it all in, brainwaves for miracles / and while i may have tripped material, my mainstay is spiritual / and while i may have tripped material, my mainstay is spiritual
we only have so many days upon this planet / to bathe within the sun's rays & take the stars for granted / we're only here for a few, then soon leave to explore / try hard as granite, can't carry moonbeams in a jar / father time's shoulder, slowly rolls this oversized boulder / behold the globe & slowly grow older / moments of a golden glow, hold, then blow over / i hold it in, implode & fold within the supernova / we're prone to charge in, only to die lone soldiers / death smiles knowingly, scolds us whispers ‘i told ya.’ / the image in the mirror's empty, opposite of fact / still i'm drawn to it, i guess it's true... opposites attract / traverse the soul's journey, a path on a fragile scaffold / the inquisitive, sifting through the mysteries, baffled / sometimes i wonder if we lost our sense of wizardry / the wicked twisted up the scriptures, utilized epistropy / and words became weapons, the differences, the motives & intentions / they're instruments of liberation, subjection / the wise laugh & navigate life's paths & borders / to find order, i raise my staff & part waters
kaleidoscopic haze, brain stain residuals / trying to trade it all in, brainwaves for miracles / and while i may have tripped material, my mainstay is spiritual.
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bug out bag [outro]
03:14
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