If the World Were Mine

I’d lock up the key and throw away the rights

I’dΒ  talk myself out of your mind

and open up every third-eye in the process

I’d raise Mary Jane on Wall Street,

then send coke an eviction

No longer welcome

in the ghettos or the suburbs;

so Uncle Sam, get your guns outta my countryside

I’d hand the government a bubble-gun,

and tell them to aim it at the kids,

instead of their parents

I’d had the Army a shovel

Operation Underground Sun

What have we forgotten?

I’d show you the past

through the present

then rewrap the future

and call it a gift we gave ourselves

I’d let the devil back into heaven

and I’d share the wealth!

Shear the wolves, and feed ’em to the sheep

Cook up a pot full of bureaucrats

and quit bitchin’ about the dreams

We got needs to meet and ends to greet

been plottin’ for too long

to just let the moment pass us by

No need to be subtle with the speech

Got my clock gripped tight as a glock

ready to rip off the muzzle

and tear down the walls

Cause they got us trapped

can’t understand the facts

thinkin’ it’s all out of our hands

when there just tied behind our backs

So we can’t climb the ladder

But it’s broke anyways

Take another toke

and keep diggin’ for tracks

keep diggin’ for Atlantis

keep diggin’ for a fantasy

Nah, we’re plannin’ an escape

from these social infants,

and their suicidal families.

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