Who's Surveying The Babies’ Minds

Who’s Surveying The Babies’ Minds                  
In the now time                    
When in the womb getting high off prescribed medicinal THC and Suboxone just to get the mother by                    
Birthed nine months letter addicted to be weaned from off the comforts of a placenta high                    
The divine connection from baby to mother is fed through propaganda lies                    
The tyrants of the victories leading from electoral destination making rules for society’s plantation                    
Who has the bigger shoes our lives under the foot of their political degradation                    
                    
White House scholars’ authoritarian civilization with whips concealed behind backs                    
Pharmaceutical companies not worried about race, health related issues, or side effects when medications has laxed    
No, it’s about the wealth, kickbacks, and invading the tax                    
We’re all in the streets holding up signs voicing our concerns                    
The Devil in Blue and Lucifer in Red allowing the world to slowly burn                    
Go to school then college preparing to a get solid education                    
Hold on, first you have to get your jab of juju juice, to conform your DNA for the New World order equations                    
The new password for The Haves with buffet style salutations The Have Nots' restricted stipulations, denied affiliations                    
                   
No more freedom to choose over your body that concept is too far gone                    
I once thought world segregation would narrow down to black and white skin tones                    
Refusing to adhere to the ‘can’t we all just get alone’                    
No vaccination, no airplane ride, you cannot get home                    
The elderly has been retained from living out those precious golden years                    
Worked for a decent living all their life, arthritis, cancer, who cries now for their fears, their silent tears                    
Devoid of rocking chairs to maintain a continuous thrive, early retirement living, government cutbacks, no longer giving                    
Society security has been raided, bankrupted, during overseas fair trading                   
                   
We do not need you any longer, here is the door                    
Oops… a hospital stay for a common cold so we can monitor you, more oxygen por favor                    
My natural immunity can you please allow to thrive, it’s strong of old                    
In slumber, you can praise the Creator in your sleep and ask Him what are you here for                    
Oh, no my oxygen level is slipping my organs shutting down, me no more                    
It’s the ventilator that gets the last tears from the left behind eyes                    
And takes the last mechanical breath before death                    
I’ve traveled far and wide                    
So don’t pardon me when I feel the need not to coincide                    
I am the ear to listen, it’s about staying above ground and one step ahead of the wise                    
                   
Twisted minds of the WHO bring venomous plans to conspire                  
Any intellectual eye can see the plan of today its not to inspire                    
Case and point, then why does the media show images in poor taste                    
Nationalities not presentable in the good life if any one can relate                    
Poisoning the youth’s mind to think what is acceptable before they can spell their own name                    
This world is made up of two kinds of people, the sane                    
And the ones who do not use a segmental potion of their brain                    
Gender to same gender kissing in broad daylight                    
How do you explain to a child is it wrong or to them it is right                    
                   
When do you tell a child the law protects all                    
No matter how ugly humanity’s vile graffiti of others is written on social walls                    
From the abolitionist to the man who has departed his natural state of existence                    
Needing, wanting acceptable for equality after years of his plight’s persistence                    
I just ask one question without hesitation or trepidation                    
                   
Who’s Surveying The Babies’ Minds