So as we travel on this journey to the many faces and the many places were we recite this,

We always try and see if we can ignite this,

With thoughts and opinions,rhythmical solutions as aggression cannot fight this.

Unfiltered views and opinions of the era that we live in,

Subsiding the foundations of the nations and the illusions that they spin,

As we look beyond the curtains at the control of the system.

And despite the hardship of our fathers fathers fathers,

Invisible puppeteer encourages fear,

As the battle lines drawn here,

They live, where?

News thats manipulated,

History thats slated,

Throughout the centuries the same families creating the hatred,

Contorting monies,

As money lender fixed the constitution a solution to control the population,

From nation to nation, shore to shore,

The poor are enslaved,

Sweating blood to the grave,

Is as was before.

 

So if I contort what it is that I'm trying say when I seek to express my point of view,

 I end up taking a beating from a power that I cant really see with mortal eyes,

I mean my pride,

Well pride as in respect for my soul to connect with the universal projections that shine in my heart As I start to allow the flow of information from my higher self.

So I'll speak in sentences with ascent of the land in which I grow.

The seeds that I sow still continually know that I cannot and will not distort what the real thought is cyphering.

 I had this realisation,down at the station,

Of the relation from nation to nation,

Between the have and the have knots,

I try not to get up tight,

As I'm fighting the fight of the powerful ways that they tie us up, chain us down.

In my home town the message was clear to us, as the shit on the pier to us,

That all they had there for us was a place without care for us.

Another generation of under educated home grown english children with their ambition erased.

At such a waste,

Trained to behave and work the factories to the grave.

See you cannot see the colour or the chain of a modern slave.

So I speak for my mate the ordinary bloke,

“Hello”

  Behind the counter out to flout your subtle mind control,

Thats so powerful,

It's time to say,

 

“No. Ain't gonna, don't wanna, sell your trash for more cash than I earn in a year,

As I now see clear what is happening here.”

 

The money gets spent but it's bent,your watch could pay my rent.

And we have a plan to spread our thoughts across the land and it's,

“We understand,of course you can,build yourself a studio,it only cost a few grand.

And here in lyes the scam.

 

I see the British system with centuries of bigoted wisdom,

Contriving to keep us down in the hole that we're in,

Throughout our lives they influence our dreaming.

I'm dreaming of what it is I was born to be

  But as far as they're concerned I'm fodder for their factory,

They try to distract me from my talent with the new heir apparent.

“Do you want the money?

“Are you sure.”

“Phone a friend?”

 Well fuck yo whore!

Tell me,

Are you dreaming of being wild in your teens?

Working hard in-between?

Then retire to the country with a fat pension scheme?

Well this is how they steel your dream,

Distract you from your truth,

The only one that plan your route is you.

So we look back and talk of the whites repression of the black,

Then look a little further down the track,

A little clearer,

A little deeper,

With intelligence that we have to hold dear,

We realise the ancient ties still serving to disguise the landed rich,

Lord a lady such,

A tiny clutch of wealth manipulating families hiding behind layers of historical inaccuracies,

They fucked my white ancestors,

They fucked my black ancestors,

My family washed their floors,

Fought in there wars,

Watch what they do,

Turning me against you,

Laughing every time they battle lines drawn between cultures,

They're scared of us.

The plan has already been laid,

So behave.

You cannot see the colour of a modern slave.   

  

End.

Oh Tiny child I apologise,

For the fear and the hatred that I rain from your skies,

As outside of your door is a man with a gun,

And he has to punished for what he has done.

 

So I'll deny your freedom, I'll deny your health,

I'll deny your share of our fabulous wealth,

Remove all of your bed time books from the shelf,

When I deny your freedom I'm protecting myself.

 

I'm told that your father he started this war,

It was never to clear what we are fighting for,

So until that is known dear remain on the floor,

Neath the shells and munitions I ship from my shore,

 

Oh tiny child I apologise,

For the fear and the hatred that I rain from your skies,

As outside of your door is a man with gun,

And he has to punished for what he has done.

 

A being so new dear do you understand,

That the hunger you feel is placed there by my hand,

That water you lack,

The nutrition you need,

Is for filling my countries insatiable greed,

Everyday filth runs pass feet in your class room,

Every day stench in your nose,

Everyday disease touches your family,

Everyday wearing the same filthy clothes,

Everyday I am ignoring the pictures,

everyday I am ignoring the news,

Wasting abusing, procrastinating,

Forgotten empathy seldom gets used.

Oh tiny child,

This way has to be

Oh Tiny Child,

Except my, apology,

Oh Tiny child,

Don't grow up to be,

Punishing my child,

 as it was all down to me

Oh Tiny I apologise, 

For the fear and the hatred that I rain from your skies,

As outside of your door is a man with gun,

And he has to punished for what he has done.

I lay my Great Grand Daddy,

Grand Daddy,

And my Daddy in this Earth,

This land we’re standing on will soon be made from us,

So what’s it worth?

Cant it be traded, simply exchanged for the contents of a purse?

To curse a person is to disconnect that person from the Earth,

 

Look around look around and see,

The hills and fields and land and sea,

Take stomp and stretch it free,

Open up your lungs and,

 Breath,

Take a ride over open country miles and miles geography,

Open up open up your heart and know you are the land and you are free,

That’s you and him and him and her and her and him and him and me,

Understand the blood alll land is made of all bodies,

Your hearth your home has many rooms as fences fix realities,

That set up inequalities and tell me there’s no room for me, please.

 

   Only 3% of this Island is lived on,

   80% of the population live on this 3%

   1/3 of this is owned by just, 10, men.

 

Who turn their backs on frightened families and overload communities,

Over crowded mega cities bursting with humanity,

Layers upon layers of starburst creativity,

Pilled into the sky far from the dirty Earth and the fruitful tree,

Upon the ground is found the stories only barefoot children see,

Rolling achres open fields that only standing horses breath,

It seems and ancient time since pleasant pastures were blessed by angels feet,

As oh so many innocents live in the milled satanic streets,

Mountains made of people profits pilled up high in cold concrete,

When it’s clear to see we have the space,

Across this land new homes create,

Know that Love is an ancient open gate,

A heart land for all people.

Love is Strong than hate.

Good morning ancient forest,

Good morning ancient trees,

The wheels of nature turn upon your bows with ancient ease,

A touch of evolutions wisdom guides to your highest freedom,

Leading all through time bound seasons,

Gaias' graceful song.

 

So I sing about piece, Yes I sing,

I sing about freedom, I sing,

I sing of a future that I pray will come to pass,

Then I go back home and sit upon my hands.

 

 Brand new global citizens are witnessing the way,

Decisions that we make effect the world from day to day,

Intelligent enough to know that what we reap we must have sown,

Still hang the fucking sense of it a get get on with the show,

 

So we sing about piece yes we sing,

We sing about freedom we sing,

We sing of a future that we pray will come to pass,

Then we go back home and sit upon our hands.

 

The universal soldier stuck within the wicked round,

Claims that his vicious weapons can't be placed upon the ground,

That to fight your way to freedom is the only way to stop this bleeding fury that is keeping piece         From blossoming around,

We hear a million mothers cry in poverty and pain,

The viral plague thats spread through lies and rape to tortured brains,

El Papa preaches on behalf of churches teaching non protection,

Letting poisoned epidemics spread like wretched stains,

 

So we'll sing about piece yes we sing,

We'll sing about freedom we sing,

We'll sing of a future that we pray will come to pass,

And then We'll go back home and sit upon our hands.

Until we stand up for piece, take a stand,

We stand up for freedom we stand,

Responsibility's the thing we'll come to understand,

Then we'll stand here hand in hand hand in hand,

We will all stand here hand in hand hand in hand,

Yes we'll stand here hand in hand hand in hand,

One day we'll stand here hand in hand hand in hand,

Hand in hand,Hand in Hand,

Good morning ancient forest, Good morning ancient trees,

The wheels of nature turn upon your bows with ancient ease,

A touch of evolutions wisdom guides to your highest freedom,

Leading all through time bound seasons, Gaias' graceful song.             End.

It's not only about Polar Bears it's also about People,

People.people,people,people,

It's not only about Polar bears it's also about people,

 

People driven from there home due to desertification,

People driven from their home because of rising seas,

Children trained to carry rifles as a service to their nation,

Children shit themselves to death due to disease.

 

Now I know it's fucking awful that the polar caps are melting,

That a sacred species' standing on the brink,

Yet every time I see the issue tackled in the papers,

I see a picture of a bear and have to think,

 

That it's not only about Polar bears,

It's also about people, 

people.people,people,people,

 

People freezing in there homes because they can't afford the power,

People starving in there homes because they can't afford the rice,

People packed up into ghetto’s getting bigger by the hour,

People paying for their freedom at a top end price.

 

See it's not only about Polar bears,

It's also about people, 

people.people,people,people.

You wanna put it on the market,

Park it, Spark it,

You’ll never get your mittens bitten sitting down and dreaming all anarchic,

i like it,

A smart kid,

With passion in his belly busting balls beneath his eye lids,

I slid priceless.

In the compony of Eris finding Isis,

Nice this,

The bard who’s blesses my Bridies simply timeless.

 

I digress this address will address,

What a mess of a blessing creation has left,

I’m testing,

You’re stressing,

It’s over your head,

I guess you’re regretting the words that you said,

We moving to fast

In your head,

The air that we move,

In your head,

A physical touch,

In your head,

Our beat and our breath,

In your head,

Electrical code,

In your head,

Synapses they snap.

In your head,

As hormones release,

In your head,

In your head,

In your Head.

 

It’s the particles in they air that we’re vibrating,

Stimulation,

Playing in palace you have that never lets the light in,

Yet it’s bright,

In here,,

Everything’s right,

In here,

There’s no more time,

In here,

You’ll never die,

In here,

As it’s so clear 

In here,

There’s no one in 

In here,

And no one out

Out there,

there is no in,,

In here,

Vibrating Speakers,

And no more out t

Out there,

Vibrating speakers,

There’s no in 

In here,

Vibrating speakers

And no out,

Out there,

Vibrating speakers,

Vibrating Speakers,

Vibrating Speakers,

 

Feel the electrical coding we are moulding the air with,

A fair share of flair shows how you are more than aware,

That you are looking a movement that’s got something today,

You know you want up and play towards a bigger brighter day,

We know you want to get on something that is rainy tae Vibe,

You know there’s lots of different people who need help to survive,

So be alive a decide that it’s all just a ride,

 

And when you’re puking up your poetry,

Craft it sincerely,

Edit it edit it edit it edit it neat,

Rehears it,

Recite it,

Rewrite it,

Recite it,

Rehears it,

Recite it,

Then edit it neat,

Yes when you’re puking up your poetry,

Craft it sincerely,

Edit it edit it edit it edit it neat,

Edit it edit it edit it edit it neat,

As there’s pearls to be polished from the bile at your feet.