Bobbin' my Head

[Zen]

My head is bobbin
TO the rythm and rhymes
Talkin bout the times
The robbin of the state
Not the ones in which we live but the one in which we contemplate
About the forces on high
Suckin us dry
Feeding off our desire to always hope for higher days
They do it in so many ways
We think we have a choice
But really what's a choice
When it's being handed to you like Spoon fed freedom
It's so hard to see them
That is Our rights as individuals
Signing over your soul just to put it in some online personals
Even harder to see than that is the residuals
The ripples that lap unto the shores of politicals
They're the eye in the sky
Sitting in the heart of the spider's web
What we'll do for a slice of the pie
Credulously believing that the art of baking is dead
Just pop it in the microwave and set it on high
Is there anybody else wondering why?
Why they're girlfriends can't cook?
It's the age of simplicity
Where all of us are livin in the grand and super impressive Simple City
If I'm pushin your buttons it's only because you don't have any dials
You're obviously one of the newer models
And will be disposed of in the trash when along come newer styles
Ones that respond to touch and not pressure
Of that I can totally reassure
You
It's a crime it really is
The fact that you've been degraded to this
Sucking from you bottle of psuedo-liberties
I find it truly hard not to pitty thee
Just another baby lookin for its momma's teet
Crying when the milk banks are runnin on empty
This shit stanks
As civilization grows older
It's people's fire starts to smoulder
Colder and colder as Autumn turns to Winter
Freezing the spirit of humanity
Like water in an ice cube tray
Loosing your abilities which you glady trade for free
Or for 10% off your next purchase at the Bay
If I believed in Jesus I would pray
Pray for you to realize the gentle deadly jaws quickly closing
Your circling around the inner porcelain
Caught in this whirlpool that you shit yourself in
Without even thinkin
If you can get your burrito a minute faster
You believe that you've found you salvation
It's a joke to them, a game in which the wolves appear as Shepherds
Eating your grass you don't even have time to notice
Their greedy salivating teeth, encircling you from above like vultures
Reeling you in like a bass
But this is no catch and release
You wouldn't know it but they already have your ass
There's not much chance and I don't know if there's anything I could say to you to put your mind at ease
Just know that the life of the world will continue on forever
Even after your Restin In Peace, floating in the ether
Unshackled from the oppression of false freedoms and liberations

Peace~

[Dr. Greenthumb]

i enjoyed reading that had a good flow to it, i could hear the beat in my head.

[Zen]

Thanks DoctorGreen, I was listening to some great tunes by Mushroom Jazz, which I'm sure helped ease me into that flow. I was also really inspired by listening to Immortal Technique's Revolutionary 1 album. Glad your attention could be carried to the end haha i know it's a little long

Peace~

[Dr. Greenthumb]

i knew there was some hip hop inspired stuff in there