Greed has poisoned men's souls; has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge as made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost
Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder! Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men---machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men!
In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it's written "the kingdom of God is within man", not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power!
Verse 1
Ayo my peoples
Are blinded confused and abused
Inslavement denied pro fused but approved
Peace is an illusion like love cos its only applying to one in a million
Con fuze painting a clear picture from a third eye perspective
If y'all don't respect this then your brain cells ain't active
Brainwashed sin free tricked to stay clean
Your whole life working for the government
64 years until retirement still got nothing at hand
African land Raped like minds of its own people
Life of a modern school almost a billion souls sitting in the working class conquerors educating
Never graduating for centuries we been waiting
Hanging on empty
Promises broadcasted on national television
Channels of depression ditching human rights signals
Especially with a low frequency that ain't never reaching the underground
I speak for mine workers
With a tongue of vine devine speakers
Hence kept in suspense
Chief executive expecting a lucrative outcome
But ain't never providing a supportive income
Politicians are artists turning townships in to a museum
Making people fall in love with starving clamimg the country is developing
Smiling posting human souls to death caskets they enveloping
Con fuze rebeling the system on conscious movement of lyrical rhythm .close to help like a clinical victim
Throw ya hands in the air its time to fight back yeah
My brother!!
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Verse 2
I have a dream
To see hood kids eat ice cream
Without having to worry about water
Came from a Distant area beyond musina border (zimbabwe)
Carry ya state of mind,above the shoulder
We can only see the top of mount zion if we grow spiritually taller
Religion I ideology converting people into a pigeon idiocracy
We need democracy
Use your working tools to rebel against PIGS
George orwell tells well,kill and let journalists Take Pics
Animal farm turned into a desert through the eyes of a black priest
AFRICAN ASSASSIN holding a hot shovel
Burrying slavery ,burning the enemy
My peoples deserves to have a warm meal
30 minutes break for every hour worked
African princess Should be a doctor or an accountant
Not a maid getting laid to get paid
I said your head ain't a ball that get played
You heard
Now gimme the reason why the fashion still ain't delayed !
Gotta new JOB but Just over Broke
Entertaining ALIENS inspiring y'all to pull up your jeans instead of ya SOcks
Freeing Souls stored in a office box !
And if you live by the teaching of Jesus christ
You can Never be Lost!
Cause!
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"A perfection of means and confusion of aims seems to be our main problem"