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    My blond hair dreaded
    After a long night
    Dejavu, I think I said this in another life
    In another form
    I was a witch, a slave, the master, my crown adorned
    We're sexually repressed
    Look at the popularity of porn
    And everything we eat
    is made of genetically processed corn
    and chicken, its crippling, and rather sickenin'
    But also leaves me, somewhat awe stricken
    The victim she's dead
    I hung her, then said
    Its time to start again, but first, please tell me
    All about where you've been
    But I'ma break out
    And take my fake out
    And take the drake route
    Minus the deal and the mass appeal
    I'm speakin from the subconscious beyond what
    some may think is real
    I will insinuate, communicate and elevate
    Until everyone has freedom they could celebrate
    I vow to be expressive
    You know ultimately some privilege can be repressive
    And I came into this world without the imprint
    Not feeling I could trust no matter how much time was spent
    My mamma, never left my paragraph indent
    But it was heaven sent, and just how it should be
    And through my own prison, I'm diggin out a path to free
    And, in the meantime or in between time,
    I might be drinking wine
    then freaking out
    then coming back to fine.
    Just to make sure you
    got the right impression of what I'm here to do
    I know you wanna hate me
    Or date rape me or make fun or call me flakey
    But just consider a book falls apart without its cover
    We all come in strange packages, we must discover
    The undercover, meaning deep inside each other
    Why do you think its so easy to call someone
    Greasy or skeezy or cheesy or sleazy
    But saying I luv you ain't easy
    In fact some says it's hard
    Cause this is a prison planet
    And we are all at large
    But the beings have entered
    To put the many back in charge

    Illuminati knowledge of a few
    Is now there
    For the masses
    The drastic
    The shakin asses
    the high to lower Classes
    Teachin a new magic in another fashion

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    You ain't gotta have money to know that you could make it
    Or be aware of heart to know that you could break
    My impatient being
    Will not allow for dreaming
    Without evidence
    Know that I tested it and measured it and then went back to re-tether it
    I promise just consider all these things
    All the joy that it could bring
    To free yourself from past strings
    Cause the truth is in your heart
    Feel the pound we are bound
    By an interest to be found
    To be loved to be free and to have fun
    And to this end
    I am here as your servant of evolution
    will you be my friend
    until we, meet again

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