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Release the beast! Inspired by the Feb 28 Natural Selections article from Heather Heying |
We need to be suspect of any conclusion that arrives fully formed, especially if no questions are allowed. In response to pronouncements from the government and health agencies, get in the habit of saying I’m not sure about that. It can open your mind. And once your mind is open, all manner of wonderful things can happen. It may not keep you in good stead with your social group, though.1 Update link: https://www.instagram.com/p/C4XZ7t_uoHc/?igsh=MWQxZ2VxdGhwaDhibQ== Oh well They can go to hell Don't need friends Who just pretend And go along with the crowd Just sayin' what they allowed No thoughts of their own Just what's on their phone Doin' what they told They just go with the flow Keepin' in line with their "role" Following the poll But it's all taking à toll Cause they bein' undersold But they seein now, the truth is cold Finally realizin' they getting trolled By the masters of disaster The real spell casters The walking talking trashers Mouthing for their masters Paid fucking shills With terrorist bills Sharia spoutin mills Just making their kills They got Marxist views And they poking at the crews Like animals at the zoos But not me mutherfuckas See, I may be old But I still ain't do what I'm told And I ain't gonna fold 'Cause I won't be undersold You may think I'm just cold Don't understand how I roll Maybe you think I'm sick and alone Just a girl who came from a broken home But I just be droppin my rhymes online with this phone that I hold, Crafting poems, transcribing what I wrote from my rhyme books of old, pages of paper as I keep writing notes Communicating with the online masses Tryna warn them about the professional gassers So I scream online! And I write and I rhyme and I amplify The voices of those who sit on death row Those gettin' massacred in countries like the DR Congo Their basic needs denied, their stories, their voices, buried online. While the clowns in suits They keep on intrudin Always introducin A new taxation, they take what we earn They writin laws to suppress all our words They want us all to embrace their law Gonna rack up the taxes so they control it all Hey you! Put down that alcohol! Sell us your children, we'll give you some food Try this new pill, you'll better your mood Check this new jingle, it's new and improved Don't say that out loud, you don't wanna be rude You better keep quiet, don't wanna get sued Well I got somethin to say now to all of you Who just go along with this fuckin' world zoo Imma say what I want and I'm tellin' the truth This is my life and I'm speaking out for me and for you Standing up to the bullshit, 'cause that's what I do This ain't virtual reality, let's take down these suits! I still believe in the freedoms we got Our ancestors fuckin fought and fought For us to have the freedom of thought Don't tell me y'all just fuckin forgot About everything they did and what we were taught Don't be complacent retards, double fuckin' ought Rattin each other out, gettin' your homies caught Y'all sold out to the fuckin profanity police But not this bitch, she got a brand new release She be shooting the locks off the cages they built Sawing through the bars goin' full fuckin tilt Got a big fucking weapon, even got a nice hilt She like William fuckin' Wallace, but she ain't wearing no kilt She a rose with thorns and she don't fucking wilt She's an artist of sorts and she speaks with a lilt 🎶Hi, my name is Chantelle. It's so nice to meet y'all And I say fuck these rats They wantin' us to take the fall And I say fuck that Muthafuckers gon' crawl🎵 🎵So let's get down to business. I ain't fakin around with any of this UN circus in our town Let's shut the shit down on these WEIRD fuckin clowns Do we got a witness🎶 (Fuck, yeah) Footnotes |