Prophecy

[Buddah MAC]

Written Feb 08:
Clean hands cursed in the land of murderers
sizing up the status quo; aiming for what furthers us
finding answers lie in what never occurred to us
spell out pain in each & every word I bust
power lies in focused rage and noble purpose
power with the people and profits to the workers
prophets for the people and gods can put some work in
god, I see the end and I can’t stop smirkin’
hypocritical mix of optimism & fatalism
laughing out as the endtime rhythm hit ‘em
only beat that I hear now, only thing that I fear, how
people gonna stand when the future coming clear clouds
day-to-day, as the paper stack collapses
how we gonna spin minus almighty dollar axis
economic engine needing alternative fuel
staying the course only affirming a fool
turning to you, content on the sideline pine
ignoring substitution signal while polishing your shine
sign of the times, fine, you recline as people dying
can’t stand no more, I’m goin’ in for mine
Break the door down, shot on sight
lead a protest, they got a face to fight
but infiltrate the enemy, act like they’re befriending me
go where they sending me, ‘cept that my intentions be
opposing theirs, end them from their office chair
those with nothing left to fear gonna get a lil’ scared
play the role in the industry, part played intrinsically
and by the third act, my ad-libbing ends the scene
and unravels the plot, alarm to end the dream
this alternate ending makes it to the screen
grand premiere got a date we all try denying
carpet red off the wrists of those denying lying
to self, father time got his will prepped
so inherit the earth or prepare to be left