From the recording Kumbaya in A Minor
Lyrics
I don’t know what other people say when a reach-around’s underway
Scratch a back and they’ll pick your pocket clean with the deftness of a fine epee
But like a lysoled eyeball sees what underlies all, consciousness is far away
Long as you got cheap clothes, cheap food, cheap booze, they can run you over all day.
It’s why you scratch your head when the pieces don’t fit,
And you roll your eyes and tell yourself you’re over it
They tell you it’s a green bank, a green tank, a bad prank look at where the lies rank
Good penny, bad penny, Federal Reserve Benny, devils made my heart sank
Blind dog, mind fog, drain the swamp and fill the bog, bending over for the shank
Meanwhile you sleep while you think you’re doing freestyle, drowning in the KoolAid that you drank.
It’s why you scratch your head when the pieces don’t fit,
And you know there ain’t nobody gonna give a shit.
Build a nation, sublimation, take your two weeks of vacation, how much of your soul to hock
Information ruination population exploitation generations interlock
The promise is upon us and s’what got us to a goddess with a sheep flock
Nothing’s gonna save us when contagious mind enslaves us it’s wake up o’clock.