past praying
and past recall

to believe in nothing
is a faith in itself

a lighthouse
in the eye of the storm

the nightmare
of the nightmare

to follow the signal
of a ghost ship

our names are
written in water

the knowledge
is all around us

And I have chosen you to preach this evangel”

Immortal Technqiue:
For all my free market, healthcare robbing, stock stealing, retirement fund
Fucker with niggas. Fuck your little credit card scammin, jewlery stealing,
Crack selling, liquor store robbing mother fuckers (Its a rich mans world)
Hahahaha. Shout to the homies, Carnegie, OG, Willie Randolf Hearst,
Rockefeller, the real Rockefeller, my main bitch Leona, little Louie the
Thirteenth, Jack Abramoff, hold ya head, my red child niggers, LET’S
GET THIS MONEY

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
I spend my day repping america overseas
Pensions for the workers? nigga please
Embezzlement etiquette private settlement
I’m better with confederate rhetoric from my mansion in connecticut
Foreclose and evict homes at the tenement
I twist words like a speech inpedIment
I hope you got good credit bitch
If not better get a new job with benefits
When I play golf with niggasii get cheddar with
New money buys brand new karats
My old money bought your great grand parents
You got grills in ya mouth I ain’t mad at ya
I own every gold mine in South Africa
Thanks baby you made me a billion
Plus I own a building for each one of my children’s children
That’s the shit, snort coke in the wet mist USA sucking my dick
Yea what fuck the law ‘cus real jail is for suckas
I go to country club prison you dumb mother fuckers
(I am the 1% fucking bitch)

[Hook]
You know my CEO corporate steeez please
Overthrow governments overseas in a breeze
Politicians in my pocket for a few hundred Gs
So if I’m never in court my assets a never freeze

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
I got a job and house and a bank account
When I’m out I doubt that’s something you could say
And if not then I fake death like Kenneth Lay
Make money every day the world burns
Wanna tax us while y’all struggle to pay taxes
I’m getting my money the fastest
Memos and faxes shredded up documents
Slush funds through the corrupt continents
But they don’t want me indicted
‘Cause they don’t want my dirty laundry aired when I fight it
Don’t get my lawyers excited
‘Cause what good is a law if you can’t rewrite it
I got CIA traders, dictators so fuck y’all whistleblowers and haters
(Its a rich mans world) Shiiieeeaaat
I’ll invest money from Al Qaeda
In the bank 911 widows go to later
Capitalism so I pray to fuck the state of the world
Money talks so what the fuck I need to say to ya girl
(I donit pay em to fuck, I pay em to live)

[Hook]
You know my CEO corporate steeez greed
I’ll treat countries like the IMF down on your knees
Real gangsters run the world fuck what you believe
I’ll cut down the forest while y’all niggas burning some trees
I’ll get your family murdered for a couple of Gs
‘Cause your working class money ain’t fucking with me
You think rappers are rich ’cause of songs you heard?
My labels make the money and haven’t rapped a fucking word

[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
Y’all in the ocean coastin’ with the sails out
Hey America thanks for the bailouts
I made off at the banco ambrosiano
Got away scott free like el Vaticano
Acitvists activist get mad at me
‘Cause I’m a tax free charity
80% to the staff and company
And 20% to the homeless and hungry
The country gotta pay the fed reserve
Kick back to the banksters haven’t you learned
You protest cops or patrols on the street
But I bought city hall so I own the police
Email facebook and the shit you tweet
On the phone companies so I heard you speakin’
My suggestion is no correction no elections, sex with no affection
No invention would benefit the world of man
Will exist till I got the money in my hand
World bank, interest rate damn rape on the spot
But I’m a gangster you gon’ take my money like it or not, nigga
(I got your country in my pocket, motherfucker! )

[Hook]
You know my CEO masonic steeez cheese
Only little people pay all these taxes and fees
Since you were born we’ve controled what you watch and you read
And pretty soon were gonna own the fucking air that you breathe
I take what I want fucker I don’t have to say please
I’ll convince you that it’s good for you, take it and leave
You think presidents are the face of a nation
I put em all where they are, end of the conversation

Pick me up, animate me, render me
Take me back, to the ghosts
Of the day

Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Define, define me ‘yonderhead’

My plots and purposes
Were not mine
Just items borrowed
And now gone

Hook me up and ignite me, play the coarse
Bring me back, to the ghosts
Of the day

Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Define, define me ‘yonderhead’

Drunken with what?
With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will.
But be drunken.

Without asking, or warning, she snatches us up into her circling dance, and whirls us on until we are tired, and drop from her arms.

She is ever shaping new forms: what is, has never yet been; what has been, comes not again. Everything is new, and yet nought but the old.

We live in her midst and know her not. She is incessantly speaking to us, but betrays not her secret. We constantly act upon her, and yet have no power over her.

The one thing she seems to aim at is Individuality; yet she cares nothing for individuals. She is always building up and destroying; but her workshop is inaccessible.

Her life is in her children; but where is the mother? She is the only artist; working-up the most uniform material into utter opposites; arriving, without a trace of effort, at perfection, at the most exact precision, though always veiled under a certain softness.

Each of her works has an essence of its own; each of her phenomena a special characterisation: and yet their diversity is in unity.

She performs a play; we know not whether she sees it herself, and yet she acts for us, the lookers-on.

Incessant life, development, and movement are in her, but she advances not. She changes for ever and ever, and rests not a moment. Quietude is inconceivable to her, and she has laid her curse upon rest. She is firm. Her steps are measured, her exceptions rare, her laws unchangeable.

She has always thought and always thinks; though not as a man, but as Nature. She broods over an all-comprehending idea, which no searching can find out.

Mankind dwell in her and she in them. With all men she plays a game for love, and rejoices the more they win. With many, her moves are so hidden, that the game is over before they know it.

That which is most unnatural is still Nature; the stupidest philistinism has a touch of her genius. Whoso cannot see her everywhere, sees her nowhere rightly.

She loves herself, and her innumberable eyes and affections are fixed upon herself. She has divided herself that she may be her own delight. She causes an endless succession of new capacities for enjoyment to spring up, that her insatiable sympathy may be assuaged.

She rejoices in illusion. Whoso destroys it in himself and others, him she punishes with the sternest tyranny. Whoso follows her in faith, him she takes as a child to her bosom.

Her children are numberless. To none is she altogether miserly; but she has her favourites, on whom she squanders much, and for whom she makes great sacrifices. Over greatness she spreads her shield.

She tosses her creatures out of nothingness, and tells them not whence they came, nor whither they go. It is their business to run, she knows the road.

Her mechanism has few springs — but they never wear out, are always active and manifold.

The spectacle of Nature is always new, for she is always renewing the spectators. Life is her most exquisite invention; and death is her expert contrivance to get plenty of life.

She wraps man in darkness, and makes him for ever long for light. She creates him dependent upon the earth, dull and heavy; and yet is always shaking him until he attempts to soar above it.

She creates needs because she loves action. Wondrous! that she produces all this action so easily. Every need is a benefit, swiftly satisfied, swiftly renewed.— Every fresh want is a new source of pleasure, but she soon reaches an equilibrium.

Every instant she commences an immense journey, and every instant she has reached her goal.

She is vanity of vanities; but not to us, to whom she has made herself of the greatest importance. She allows every child to play tricks with her; every fool to have judgment upon her; thousands to walk stupidly over her and see nothing; and takes her pleasure and finds her account in them all.

We obey her laws even when we rebel against them; we work with her even when we desire to work against her.

She makes every gift a benefit by causing us to want it. She delays, that we may desire her; she hastens, that we may not weary of her.

She has neither language nor discourse; but she creates tongues and hearts, by which she feels and speaks.

Her crown is love. Through love alone dare we come near her. She separates all existences, and all tend to intermingle. She has isolated all things in order that all may approach one another. She holds a couple of draughts from the cup of love to be fair payment for the pains of a lifetime.

She is all things. She rewards herself and punishes herself; is her own joy and her own misery. She is rough and tender, lovely and hateful, powerless and omnipotent. She is an eternal present. Past and future are unknown to her. The present is her eternity. She is beneficient. I praise her and all her works. She is silent and wise.

No explanation is wrung from her; no present won from her, which she does not give freely. She is cunning, but for good ends; and it is best not to notice her tricks.

I understand
Who I am

I think

I have been
Here before

I know

What you have done
To the world

Your face

It is in your hands
Like everything

Crying

Come onto me baby and take my blues away
What I need to see now is brighter days
I want you to take away my dark skies, take away my tears
Take away my suffering people feel for all these years

Ah, if a this ya love you want you a go get
Gal, if a this ya love you want you a go get
If a this ya love you want you a go get
Gal, if a this ya love you want you a go get

Let this love light shine, let it in your soul
Steady on forever, it’s time to take control
We don’t need no darkness, we don’t need no fear
We don’t need no sadness, it’s love we need right there

Don’t get upset if you ain’t got nobody
Don’t get upset if you have no one
Don’t get upset when you wake up in the morning
Cause every new day life just begun

Ooh yeah, give thanks and praises
Love is coming your way

(Ah, if a this ya love you want you a go get
Gal, if a this ya love you want you a go get
If a this ya love you want you a go get
Gal, if a this ya love you want you a go get…)

Take away my sadness, take away my fear
Give me all the loving I miss through all these years

Don’t get upset if you ain’t got nobody
Don’t get upset if you have no one
Don’t get upset when you wake up in the morning
Cause every new day life just begun

Don’t get upset if you ain’t got no money
Don’t get upset if you have no one
Don’t get upset when you wake up in the morning
Cause every new day life just begun

Ooh yeah, let’s give thanks and praises
Love is coming your way

In this room where I write there are ten windows,
Each a canvas.
The outside mirroring the inside.

Everything has its place in time,
And I’m exactly where I am meant to be.