So all my shtuff’s been stolen, wallet, backpack, powerbook, ipad. erything. .. . but I’ll keep going. Just wrote this short flo in the last few minutes to express that. It’ll change probably and is likely to be full of spelling screwups. I hope you enjoy it 🙂

Nascent days of the Occupation
rebuilding the city on a hill nation
King of the hill patience
I’ll never have my fill,
non complacent
Aint no replacin
the soul of humanity’s wakin
With techntonic quakin
Billionare CEO confidence breakin
Police state flankin
Toxic stocks tankin
Revolutionary still goin with bloodshot eyes bakin

Even with all my lyrics stolen
I keep floin
Bhuddist non attachment keeps it goin
my flows keep comin
like a spring
As loud as an Arab sings
while overthroin crookid kings
Center holdin the movement with Pitanko rings
Keeping the balance like a guido Spring flings

I dream everything
but I never dreamed this
Every day’s reminiscent of moments of Ayahuasca bliss
Like my mind’s finally been kissed
With the grace of God I’ll be strong as his fist
Crushing the castles of greed while creating the new RSS feed                                                           that spread the vibrations of truth for which our saviors bleed

The kind that we pray for on our knees
That’s the creed
Everything else, we don’t need
Everything else, is nothing
And like all of our ancestors before… we are building something                                                        fitting of the heaven we are destined to breath, breed, and feed into existence

Like the kinding of the first fire
Fear is just resistance
to an unstopable change                                                                                                                  Liberty Square is the nexus of that’s always strange evolution                                                              From passion into active revolution                                                                                                               Got problems with the world? Well join us and be the solution

Otherwise suffer being achrived as the mental/spiritual pollution                                                    we are cleaning from Mother Earth                                                                                                                                 Prove what you’re worth…                                                                                                         Which is infinitely more powerful than the star dust dirt                                                               That makes our conscious spirit flirt                                                                                      between stages of birth death and rest

It’s all a test anyway
So pass it in flying red white and blue colors today
Get off your ass and chant
the songs which destroy the thought he, she, we us can’t
Because we can, and we are
The question is if you can see that far