Who on the outside listens to a crazy man?
To be brief, from the inside, I will name that man Christian
Mama always told me when I was still young then
Ya never know who the angels are, so even listen to crazy men
The smartest angels I've met in my travels were homeless
Mostly ignored, invisible, worthless, worth less?
Mirrors of ourselves, so worth much much more
Amazing, when the time is right, who gets brought to your door
But haven't we all just been trampling through their home?
Mama, I may not be a smart man, but yet still I know
Been homeless myself to stare down the barrel of the gun
Suddenly coatless in winter, boy that sure was fun
But all said and done, it was just another puzzle
To become the master of a silent voice, through a muzzle
Gathering insight for when the time is right
As slowly the gun swivels and changes the sight
Now nobody cries any longer for Old Yeller
Tears always dry up anyways, just like the weather
Even Old Yeller stopped whimpering for himself too
Because it would almost seem that that old dog knew
That he was coming back as a tax collector
Well, isn't that rich?
No, but from the spoils will go the victor
Now who's the bitch, Bitch!?
While it's hard to accept the bearing of a cross
The stages of grief, woe is me, and the focus on the loss
But if the focus is changed to saving the forgotten and the lost
YOU FIND YOURSELF and you find yourself forgetting about the cost
While some will still chase after those almighty dollars
Proudly adorning just the prettiest collars
For status and for fame or for clicks and for likes
She's so Pretty In Pink, isn't she, hey look at his cool new spikes
But along the journey, we seem to forget who we are
Speeding towards dead ends in their remote-controlled car
As the clock slowly continues to tick away
Clearly right now it's time to say
Take another view and to hell with your pride
Hop off the high horse and step into my ride
You know it's getting hard out here for a pimp
A lonely, gimpy, uncomfortable, glorified chimp
But...
Look over there, another mutt's on tv, let's call this one Butch
Crying about shootings at schools and theaters and church
How many more will it take before you see it their way?
If it's not clear yet, the incoming false flags will soon be three per day
They're after all the guns and still just following their plan
With domestic acts of terror, daring you to take a stand
I see a goosestepping herd, maybe soon off to the slaughter
All now with their eyes keenly focused on the water
Quit marching to their tune now!! Oh, why do I bother?
Just arrive there but DON'T LEAVE, only continue to GATHER
It's now or never to make this time different, make it matter
You've made the news already, by BECOMING the news
Visibly broadcast now onto their news, and dare people to choose
By the way JA--Just Asking--why do people hold onto secrets?
Well we've all found out now how they choose to deal with leakers
So go-pro, bras and bros, take cameras, and piss on their graves
Because we're now at the endgame and everyone is out of saves
But I see people remaining hardened, with views left or right
Wasting energy because neither is right, but try as you might
The want is there for the winner's side in the upcoming weeks
If supporting rebellion by the once blind, was for the weak or the meek
If the fight was for their acceptance and that promised inheritance
And faithfully performed in humility, with repentance
But won't this, as always in their game, only result with the same?
The club that you're not in, as George Carlin rightly said
Inevitably, as previously written, newly-gained power will corrupt
This dead-cat bounce merely just a programming interrupt
Don't worry, be happy, they will soon all be going down
Just a little more time though, as they replace old with new clowns
In the endgame, the song remains the same, they still plan for our deaths
Rotting and sunken, encased in cement, whereupon my case finally rests