Like Pot Herbs Song-J-Dow Productions

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Lyrics
[verse]
Global war, whore bring it on,
Imma slap the corners off the pentagon and bring it full circle,
under clouds of black and purple,
not black and mild child,
open your eyes to the prize in disguise from the movements,
all that fine tune-ment ain't heaven-sent,
unleavened-sent with malcontent ignorance,
and I'm livin in a fence, but not my own design,
the type that hears me gripe but I'm told not to whine,
but I should wine and dine in a declined economy?
and find something wise in the lies that you've lied to me?

[chorus]
Revolutionary with no military,
Buryin out the scary with my verbs,
If not and I get shot,
they'll grow from my plot like pot herbs

[verse]
Everyday as a kid, I did they bid,
school bell hell's bells rang out when I did,
there I sat like a trapped up rat in a crapped up mat,
at least the bullshit they teach and preached smell like that,
Land of the free but I can't leave,
freedom of speech but I can't make a peep,
Bein told about acid rains and the homeless,
Aids and the magic ways of the diplomas,
It was all falacies scary varity abnormalities,
a malady of fatality of the proper truth,
then they wonder why we wanna go and shoot?

[chorus]
Revolutionary with no military,
Buryin out the scary with my verbs,
If not and I happen to get shot,
they'll grow from my plot like pot herbs

[verse]
Woke up in the same old nightmare,
nothing resolved or solved just the same shit right there,
a planned out system to keep ya in your spot or shot or got,
for whatnot and beyond and beyond that the fat keep gettin fatter,
but what does it matter a song being sung from one rung of a broken ladder?
You live your life, well so do I
but is it life or just time killer filler strife before we die,
set in a mold cooked up and booked up back in the days of old,
by old money mental feces, Bush back to Medici,
ancient ways, straying like chemtrail sprays back to certain,
never hurtin families ho,
welcome to the what you should know about the NWO,
and I ain't talking hulk, so don't you sulk,
Just know your life has been way planned,
stay in your can or jar while the elite peep and point behind their caviar!

[chorus]
Revolutionary with no military,
Buryin out the scary with my verbs,
If not and I happen to get shot,
they'll grow from my plot like pot herbs

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