Merica Fckyh

In America, people believe that they’re free.
Unable to cope with reality. 

I’m not saying things, always were right. 
But people with sense, used to put up a fight.

Now very few good people, work at the top.
So close comes the time, that we have to say stop. 

Strange occurrences now, do not go unseen.
Sensing that most of you, know what I mean. 

With conscience harmony, now on the rise.
Nearing the time, we hear subsurface cries. 

From having on blinders, and running in place.
To a vast understanding, of time and of space. 

Living the way, things really should be.
It’s the happening of this, that you’re starting to see.