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A philosophical poem to awakening the mind of the sleeping mind |
[Introduction]
Surely he does not look like you He looks like me Christ is a consciousness level And not some handsome bearded jew you should bow down to when life weighs heavily on you In the beginning they found the tomb empty Void and without form That symbolized the death of man The cross is a symbol of vanity "It’s finished" he said to the bones And your sacrifices mean nothing to a selfish god So I push my earphones to the eardrum To numb the ignorance you’ve been taught And you got the nuts to call that modern day classics on your thesis Thus wisdom is polymorphic and book-ish knowledge is plastic Plastic surgery of the mind your thoughts are no longer original Originally hiphop was a chant of the slaves in cotton fields Fields of magnetic waves we all pulse in the same frequency Frequently I found the truth on her sagging nipples Only to ejaculate prematurely and she slaps me with reality Reality is a gypsy pimp peddling illusions to horny wisdom seekers Seek ye first the kingdom of enlightenment and the firmament will be torn in the middle to reveal the veil Verily, verily, I say unto thee, he who has seen me has seen god so the mirror is my shortcut to the one you seek in church corridors and rumors of war War of the mind Mindless clones out of tune with nature Nature is a woman and we are hurting her feelings Feelings are more powerful than thoughts My thoughts are clean though I ain't been brainwashed by media-o-crity So click SHIFT on your keyboards to activate hidden portals to infinity Yo Are you feeling this? Then you blind seekers eat braille for bread Turn the word into flesh And eat this shit in my memory. |
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