Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Drugs illegal can teach you a lesson
That is,
most folks Don’t know what they are saying
What we are taught in school
Is rote memorization
It’s what makes good worker bees
Ready to serve our masters
As it’s dangerous for us to think for ourselves
The possibility of the realization that we don’t need them
Is the reason for the creation Of the hate between us
As you are my neighbor
And I like how your flowers grow
Does not create the need
for them to tell us how so
Your voice, your vote
Has been made into a weapon
of hate And separation
Fuck your grandma
She didn’t cast the same vote as I
Fuck your grandma
She is the enemy.

If you don’t believe as I do
There is a train car
waiting
To take you elsewhere

the separation is a chasm
of propagandized minds
each with muscle and determination
we never look up

we never blame the uber rich
it's a remarkable strategy
having a two party system
where The Hatfields and McCoys

can bicker endlessly while the fat cats
laugh at them
two insignificant teams that are impotent
obliviously fighting one another

It’s freedom of choice
It’s choose this
Or the other option they gave us
Which doesn’t seem so free
If it’s nothing we thought of
Making beauty of garbage is not easy
But it is not impossible
They can not control what we are thinking
Their insanity is only that, if we don’t accept it

They gave us endless
tribal War for centuries
as an illegal drug, so yeah,
about time someone asked
a few damn questions, not
the easy, packaged ones.

Drugs are the honey pot
8 dollars an hour
How can you exist?
Illicit makes it tenable
Good luck
Being not meant to win
We enslave ourselves
willingly and wontonly
Downtrodden meant to feel special
Fucked by our own design
Greatest hoodwink ever
Paying with our own futures self
nothing shall be given later
Fuck our grandmas
We signed the contract
Commercials are god
We are a commodity
Sold as flesh once was


Might have said too much. Maybe just the last five lines.