For ReggaeJam

It's really just a feeling concealing until I'm screaming

Needing some healing from all these inner demons

The ceiling is bleeding, and all the conceited don't see it

Swear that I'm crazy, in the head, I'm starting to believe it

So am I losin it chosen the abuse of the truth

confusion, and illusions, bruising the fruit

The doom is looming, are you groomed for your' pursuit

Getting paper, getting bread, what a filling institute

Who's your' savior, who's your' head of state

With what prescriptions do you medicate

better elevate your beings' state, before it be too late

I'm no rasta, but I smoke a lotto

Holy ganja, like a mast-a

You're just a padawon imposta

My bong was crafted in the pantheon

By atlantean weed smokin philanthropists

and passionate pragmatists ingesting holy sacraments

I'm counting years upon my abacus

Until this ravenous world of savages

Is wiped clean of all the madness

So we can be free and have happiness

The task is this:

Bask and live, breathe and get a grip

I'm leaving on a trip

And I ain't com in back until there's something intact

I'm not fronting, just confronting the facts

Why you think we dabbing the wax

Why you think we getting it tax free

All the classless rappers and actors are sniffing goat cheese

While we getting cheese product, gotta hustle the dope please

To get a better quality of life, f**k obama's hope, please

F**k the GOP's, royalty, bankers, and f**k the pope please

All this corruption they bumping

Is it this country,

Or is the whole world hungry for more

More of the money, w****s, more of the honeys

Doors, lock and key, stores, shop til you drop

Cops with tasers to shock

Akwardly walking with puppet strings

Comin straight from their crotch

Fake a*s robots

It's time for something better

Time for something real

Is this world Imaginary, I can hardly feel

Anything, anymore

I'm afraid for what's in store

All these money grubbing w****s

Run the world

Bump the hipsters, its the lizards you gotta watch for

I'm pretty livid, as a reflection of the people in the village

We're sick of all the blood spilling

Sick of all the indifference

Economic inequality, capitalistic religion

We've got a better picture in our vision.