Monday, March 21, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
(The New Gun) The Modern Shaolin
Bring the peace, not the noise
Spread joy with a smile
Get down on your knees
And go help a brother
Time for the pow-wow
Even run a hundred miles
Never smother your mother
Remember you are her child
Born into a Big Mess
Constitutions running wild
Never too hot for the late night
PC rhetoric just mild
Democrats & Republicans playing both sides
Against the middle
Foaming at the mouth these politicians
Buy you a lie for all that spiddle
Corporate pimps & hustlers in sharp 3-piece suits
Never giving back just taking more of the loot
Every election they spit in your face
When will they shoot?
Manipulating states by color & race
When we are all just a collective soul
A Divine Spark traveling through time/space
Like batteries we energize the world as a whole
Vibrations bouncing across the oceans
Reverberating the consciousness bowl
Go on boy, get yourself a wonderful girl
Make love to the sound of Cherokee drums
Give birth to the heart in everyone
Cause you ain't done son
'Til your love becomes the new gun
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