Ghost Talk

Cats talk as much as politicians
Why don't u get to killing the decisions u made
U poison ur surroundings and they still lock u away
For u respect the game, but theres no fair play
What life experience brought on change
Project hoodwink
Illiterate since the slave whip
Peace, love, bullshit
Go hard u bitch
Fear is the only reason u get it
Installed thru the generations
Cancer patients feed on they own
Only god can be put on pause
He will understand u gotta get them dollars
All these hoes be foot rest
Now thugs got daughters to protect
Anit that a bitch
Tell'em how u use to live before u came to grips
Don't someone want u dead u must be an informant
So much for blood in and blood out
When it rains it be dark clouds
U look presentable and love Jesus now?
You tough guys probably still got ya homeboy on speed dial
The life u try to live don't change who u are
U only know the trouble ur about to see, and its only returning energy
Can't escape and suicide is the only way out of dodge
Black spirits coming to snatch u up
Ur eyes are wide as fuck
Ghost talk

Vita

Look, they call this life
The greatest slaughter of all time
Everything else seems fine
My perception is not from the sky
Will I ever get the chance to see that horizon
Questions of the like, death and when u die, inevitable as the sunrise
So why even compromise
So why not get real high and drink until u cry
What a crime to Raise this ARM of mine on my kind
We lost our minds trying to live in these times
On a quest with my fire
Verity is u become a victim real quick
Whole nations will agree this
Free markets say its all in the biz
How can u shit were u live
It's all atmospheric, its seen and felt in the air
But in the hearts its not there
Puppeteers and profiteers see mola everywhere
Even the sick and them fears and the steps them take to prepare
Once in sight they incite as the fed up muster courage to fight
Both sides will say "they have no right, to impede our ways of life"
Life is what they call this
What have we accepted, rejected and neglected
Can't cash in on spirituality
Their stimuli is overwhelming
Methods of control by manipulated signals and this is all too much to process
Let me fall into my altered state
Everything seems ok
My favorite show is on today
What suggestion do they have for me
Think for me, change the patterns of my energy
I will become the personality u create for me
Slaughter tactics at its finest and life is what they call this.

Burden Me

The load sat on my head
As it were a truban made of cement
Trapped thoughts are smothered, trampled, suffocating each other
All it takes is one thought to sponataneously combust
Four alarm blaze with no escape
Rescue requires a jackhammer to chisel into this fortress
Needed protection from their crude issues
Built a bomb shelter for thier bunker busters
Nothing can get in or get out what a blunder
As the wind, rains and running rivers erode stone 
The built up burden begins to think on its own
Pondering its food supply, the burden starts to identify
"i have norishment and a home, I must be alive. Now all I have to do is multiply"
So self sells situations suitable for security
Enter God Overrated
Personality outdated got to make space
Realization devoured by realities
Zombies thoughts eat ur brain
There should be no metaphor for self inflicting pain
Intellect helps to impress while the deep darker becomes aware
Conflicting like what they say and what they be doing
Concrete won't stop the Disaster that looms, trigger the fuse
Bad news

The things Good

See the good things run
Then u go chasing
Put a check on ya speed
The good things stop any time they please
Catch that breath
Bet not hold it for ever
Just more wait slowing u down
When u Chase
The good things run the pace
Steady as a heart rate
Streamline the good things till pupils dilate
Good things quench all nerves
Pursue the surge
Float in the trails flowing with the good things
In the wake bathing
Coated in a new skin
Got to stay steady
On the mark, ready, set good thing
Bucket naked chasing
Fill the lungs screaming the
Good things sweating out of pores
Open up to the good things
Some thing in the eye
The look of a good thing
A reflection of the good thing fleeting by
Oh my, there goes my good thing
Gotstago for it Anit weighting
To play a song as good thing walks by
Into open doors
Hide to catch the good things, for its disguised
In line, no question to mind
Not here to anticipate if a good thing will ever be mine
Good things to see is all it should be

Sever the protectors

Looks like all those things they say bout police may be true after all.
U know beatings and brutality the crack sprinklings
unable to properly assess a threat tampering with evidence
raping, presumptuous profiling of race
if we're all, aren't u all the same
It's just a job and what difference did u make
It's just a job and plenty money is to be made.
I got swine flu, so I can't scream fuck u.
They gave u the right to put ur hands on another man.
Serve and protect ur self.
Aim high What is sacred?
What is the spirit made of?
What is worth living for?
What is worth dying for?
Don Juan says "LOVE"
Whatever u use and do
Make it benefit U
It's the only way to live
Can't tell noone nothing
They'll think ur talking down on them
Why even talk to these folk who are now gettin with the program.
If they can't get what they want from u.
If they can't get u to do what they want ya to.
If what they see they aren't accustomed to.
And if u heresy to the "lawpopegamndod" They will cut ya off at the voice and EXCLUDE
Channel vibes Compete in a world
Use ur minds and hands
All that u can do to win

Power Green

The power of the purchase
U can get the lavish or the worthless
It's always on the flux
Make sure in what u trust is for certain
It's inflated till its a burden
Got labor?
U can call it service
Control is the motive
Credit line Anit no joke till ya see what u owing
Extrinsic motivators encourage to Chase the joneses
Rewards that one can own
Who knew that happiness could be found in gold and chrome
U work a lot harder to make a little more
To one day settle the score
Can't sit equal for the soul was sold
Purchased by Sir Paper Chase
A.K.A. All Percentages to be Sold
Exaggerated from the lowest bidder
Who got the intentions to get richer
U sir read, fine lines, illusion for the blind
Contracts long jargon the hidden fees
Pulling it together to make ends meet
For bread and meat
With several bills due this week fingers to the bone is what they preach
While ya barely see the needs
Mighty, mighty, mighty dollar u look a little weak
Pardon me, that's only when ur placed next to poor peoples poverty
While the richmans wealth is secured overseas and imported to our cities
What sense is this for ya to pay dollars for dirt cheap
Market free?
That's only determined by the power of ur green