We are all so afraid of giving honest criticism
Political correctness is our prison
Sometimes I have to be a bad boy
I am myself not a little toy
Allow me to express my taste in music
I am not asking you to like it
Just understand where I am coming from
I live outside the Matrix
I am senator Bulworth rapper style
Bob Dylan’s ancient vision multiplied by ten
Pele’s soul lives next door to mine
I have more ideas than Frankenstein
Keeping it real, peace and love in the family
But each time I try to tell my truth
The public jailer shuts my mouth
For my feelings are quite different
And more importantly if they were right
Then the past was just a lie
The future is absolutely certain
And the present is a charade
My training is complete
You must be ready
Are you willing to listen?
I am the new rock and roll
An animal sent down to help you
I’ve decided to break through reality
If you follow, I assure you you’ll enjoy it
But first you must suffer
Nobody said it was going to be easy
You have too many debts to pay off
The world of never, never is changing
To get something you have to want it
So I’ll say it once again my friend
I am not controlling this sheep pen
You have to walk through the door
Into the fantasy you always dreamed off
Back to the homeland gardens
Where natural roses fill the air
Digital people are truly nowhere
Do you want to be plugged into a computer?
For that is the certain future
Or was it the distant past
From where I am standing in lover’s lane
I cannot see the wood for the leaves
For even an electronic creation
Can have a good purpose
If used wisely by experienced pilots
I’ve ran out of steam, goodnight
Cheers!
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