I need your help to write these wrongs to put it in a song all of the pride is lustful right, hear me before its gone, the sickness we weep is right in front of your mouth, watch before you put it in, might kill you reap your soul quick get you doing wrong, see I come quick to give you the grip of life that has come, it’s given every day at your fingertips to breath & sip, take shits and grieve on your sickness, pass it.

Through the mic, catch me like a tree that snaps or live wire I spit it to breathe these raps like a fine mire, treasured beneath our feet are the live networks of a gazillion organisms interconnected tree fed like a merkle, Ralph merkle he knew what he was doing bringing it to us in cryptography & encryption its strewn, data encryption standard, the code that connects us is fluid, ethereum baked into it. Gotta think to who own this tech I want me some to participate in this groundbreaking transformation the cypherpunk mission strapped in like apollo 11 you who saw the greatest gifts mankind did lifted, but we keep back on our own gifts with, our own indecision, our determination to keeping eachother at our own means to fight at each other like fiends like it is the world we control let go unfinished done with deceit and greed, I gotta spit it, every day is an effort to repatriate to show the world what America gave, the gift of freedom it is laid, built on the back of slaves we need reparations transition our systems, broken with Central Banks, the Fed, Treasury, all in each others pockets like who got the money, printing money till infinity like we own the world but don’t cherish it at all, bring it back to the blacks so you hear my message clear what are the whites doing but profiting in ruin, i’m done with this shit we moving, take the trash out on our own people, our entropy, it’s the worlds waste, not the treasury America’s distaste laced in world history revoke it so it can breathe, we gotta slow the roll on this pumping money to the rich and the theives, taking from generations in the future our children the ones who have not been born yet… they cannot breathe.

Get your mind back with it, crack a joke, smoke a spliff hit, catch a couple rhymes by the night call it poetry you might, play a little Go Fish to keep it light, the way I rap is to give to you in song, so maybe you hear me plea to the spirit, for we have to reconnect & bring the world to hear it. So we can clear it, I want my brothers and my family, the one’s who cherish the world with every step the take with the spirit & breathe nothing but wisdom of human emotion attention intention and feeling with the flesh, our blood it is the human race & we are laced interwoven into one it has spun for milenea to keep us living together as one, we have to stop living with the me first mentality, put your oxygen mask on first, breath, then help others to discover how much better we are together, getting over the sickness it’s a clover, another one sprouting from the beautiful earth surface I am gone.