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No Classrooms Needed (The Credence Of Yesterday)
Millennium ideas of falsehood to give sense to debauchery in whose sacred name
The signed Constitution of course tells me my presence in society has already been maimed
Hope for all, is the effect of systematically drugs flushed in impoverished communities, faces of poster children for the dope game
Fate has a way of reversing a diabolic coin
Fentanyl introduced, the wave given to babies in wombs, drug addicts, before the first cry after being born
Manmade chemicals to revive the body in an induced state, not invented to save the generation to continue 'our' reign, as crowns of gold upon our intellect, we have already worn
The truth is evident of the past that once was
Destiny cannot be altered in time, it is ordained to occur from above
You are not the people, and neither am I as we chat peaceful needs to the Heavenly skies
Lift the blinders and open your Third Eye
Can’t you not see the horses in the race are not ran by the keepers such as you or me
Humanity thrives on a red and blue tug of war, foreign policies exempt from taxes, global finances borrowed from my Strawman’s account, payments for reparations from birth is long overdue
The Gross National Product, a failing economy, a bankrupt deficit, rebuilding other countries, yet we cannot shelter the homeless or provide citizens with farm grown healthy foods
Wealthy only begot the rich, of old money
No social handouts will be given to the poor, in the land of Milk and Honey
Time is progressing in a hastened direction, living is the ones whose DNA’s is slowly being altered by the plan of annihilation under the government’s power
Nana proteins binding with remnants of MRNA, mutating receivers of an inoculated virus, forced vaccines, denied screams in the darkest hour
The cynics hushed by forgotten science, the truth coming in the morning, it does not matter the gender, color, or ethics of an expecting mother
People of high ranking within both political parties are shifting our livelihood
And yes, they could
Unexpected unemployment is climbing, my mouth confesses, you must learn to save for better days
Changes are in the wind, it will take more than one prays
One foot on your job, savings/checking account dwindled, now both feet on the street
When the times of economy and civilization, needs do not meet
All you now see are vaccine clinics on every block
In the past, taking away society freedoms when I say, I refuse, therefore, up the wager of death with falsified tallies, and you still asking me, why not
2030 agenda the UN Revelation, the new prophecy
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are not for the refusers who still want to see stars at night, and sunrises while glancing out beyond the seas
We all walk around on this earth trying to sell the idea of being kind, our heart worthy of praise
Where can you go, what can you do when the government has an ulterior hidden agenda obscured as a classified page
Mass hysteria, minds controlled, media propaganda to separate in rifts of division, it’s the new cause of rage
And here I was always worried why can’t we all just get alone
Churches erected in the name of faith, heads bowed in silence for an hour, intellects still cannot atone
This world is aging one day at a time
What are we leaving the younger generation in reminisces when experiments are done to us in the sublime
Peace, we march for in the streets
Gun violence occurring daily as poverty meets
A promised education you are prepped to get
No employment to pursue the American dream as to be labeled the new white class as being fit
Global warming
Planets aligning, Mother Nature’s cruelty upon lands, festering in seas to give populations death and destruction without warning
We are moving to the crest of dark times
Money will no longer be evident, consumerism by hand swipe, dilated pupils entered upon the chimes
Be vigilant when seeking the truth
Do research, and become your own sleuth
Selah
#CelebratingBlackHeritageMonth
The signed Constitution of course tells me my presence in society has already been maimed
Hope for all, is the effect of systematically drugs flushed in impoverished communities, faces of poster children for the dope game
Fate has a way of reversing a diabolic coin
Fentanyl introduced, the wave given to babies in wombs, drug addicts, before the first cry after being born
Manmade chemicals to revive the body in an induced state, not invented to save the generation to continue 'our' reign, as crowns of gold upon our intellect, we have already worn
The truth is evident of the past that once was
Destiny cannot be altered in time, it is ordained to occur from above
You are not the people, and neither am I as we chat peaceful needs to the Heavenly skies
Lift the blinders and open your Third Eye
Can’t you not see the horses in the race are not ran by the keepers such as you or me
Humanity thrives on a red and blue tug of war, foreign policies exempt from taxes, global finances borrowed from my Strawman’s account, payments for reparations from birth is long overdue
The Gross National Product, a failing economy, a bankrupt deficit, rebuilding other countries, yet we cannot shelter the homeless or provide citizens with farm grown healthy foods
Wealthy only begot the rich, of old money
No social handouts will be given to the poor, in the land of Milk and Honey
Time is progressing in a hastened direction, living is the ones whose DNA’s is slowly being altered by the plan of annihilation under the government’s power
Nana proteins binding with remnants of MRNA, mutating receivers of an inoculated virus, forced vaccines, denied screams in the darkest hour
The cynics hushed by forgotten science, the truth coming in the morning, it does not matter the gender, color, or ethics of an expecting mother
People of high ranking within both political parties are shifting our livelihood
And yes, they could
Unexpected unemployment is climbing, my mouth confesses, you must learn to save for better days
Changes are in the wind, it will take more than one prays
One foot on your job, savings/checking account dwindled, now both feet on the street
When the times of economy and civilization, needs do not meet
All you now see are vaccine clinics on every block
In the past, taking away society freedoms when I say, I refuse, therefore, up the wager of death with falsified tallies, and you still asking me, why not
2030 agenda the UN Revelation, the new prophecy
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are not for the refusers who still want to see stars at night, and sunrises while glancing out beyond the seas
We all walk around on this earth trying to sell the idea of being kind, our heart worthy of praise
Where can you go, what can you do when the government has an ulterior hidden agenda obscured as a classified page
Mass hysteria, minds controlled, media propaganda to separate in rifts of division, it’s the new cause of rage
And here I was always worried why can’t we all just get alone
Churches erected in the name of faith, heads bowed in silence for an hour, intellects still cannot atone
This world is aging one day at a time
What are we leaving the younger generation in reminisces when experiments are done to us in the sublime
Peace, we march for in the streets
Gun violence occurring daily as poverty meets
A promised education you are prepped to get
No employment to pursue the American dream as to be labeled the new white class as being fit
Global warming
Planets aligning, Mother Nature’s cruelty upon lands, festering in seas to give populations death and destruction without warning
We are moving to the crest of dark times
Money will no longer be evident, consumerism by hand swipe, dilated pupils entered upon the chimes
Be vigilant when seeking the truth
Do research, and become your own sleuth
Selah
#CelebratingBlackHeritageMonth
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