[THE SYSTEM ON TWO BY TWO] FEATURING ROB MARTIN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PHASE OF THE STORY
ROB
Given the word System, you think of mechanics, parts and functionality, given this system’s ass backwards, the 1% profit off malfunctioning and dysfunctional mentalities. Underlying root of the word Entrepreneur is creator, see we put the work in faith, we never idle waiting on idols to become a savior. Society role is very major; it’s like a facility for mass production. You come out the factory becoming in debt to what you’re consuming and wind up being the Devil’s consumption. It’s a game, child’s play, they feel that they got to win cause they was born to lose dude, just explaining the sense behind the powerfully insane has a few screws loose. Not fully mature or balanced in their chakras, spiritual dementia, demented. Like demons sucking the joy out the life of the planet, no plants, everything cemented. Burial, buried underneath the comfort of technology, controlling the air waves of thought, stimuli and impulses. Conquer and divide all ways like they live Moses, concrete your beauty, like they never seen roses. Steady praying and hoping for His return soon not knowing we must facilitate it. Like we got all parts here, we just forgot the mechanics, so we have to rehabilitate us. Look at our design, recognize we greatest gift and solution to ending egotistical institutions, world illusions and pollution… but we have to trust the very Beings that we’re afraid of, ourselves.
JERALD
This fucked up system of have and have nots...Dead people on the hospital steps while the doctor drives a benz... A whole family just got evicted again... Daddy lost his job and momma smoking the rock that the government lets in... Terrorists riding round in the blue and white or whatever color their tank is... Misinformation on the telly again... Saggy pants and verbal malnutrition as pumped to the youth... Lil Wayne... Flocka and half naked bitches and hoes... Betta lock yo motherfucking does... Bout to drop that shit to the flo... Let go... Let go...
A street minister of the old school with a link to the new... Would you listen if I slapped you with the truth... slipped you some witches brew... From the lawn of the white house to the campus of FSU these bitches got you fooled... Slavery under a new name as the prison complex grows at alarming rates... Pepsi slipping you dead babies in plastic bottles that line the grocery shelves... Santa Claus and the fucking elves... Thanksgiving turkey got you full and sleepy... Indians died by the millions and here you celebrate... Slaves to a system of thought control... Free yourself... Free yourself
BY ROB MARTIN AND JERALD HAMZAHFRUQ MURPHY
