So all my shtuff’s been stolen, wallet, backpack, powerbook, ipad. erything. .. . but I’ll keep going. Just wrote this short flo in the last few minutes to express that. It’ll change probably and is likely to be full of spelling screwups. I hope you enjoy it 🙂

Nascent days of the Occupation

rebuilding the city on a hill nation

King of the hill patience

I’ll never have my fill,

non complacent

Aint no replacin

the soul of humanity’s wakin

With techntonic quakin

Billionare CEO confidence breakin

Police state flankin

Toxic stocks tankin

Revolutionary still goin with bloodshot eyes bakin

Even with all my lyrics stolen

I keep floin

Bhuddist non attachment keeps it goin

my flows keep comin

like a spring

As loud as an Arab sings

while overthroin crookid kings

Center holdin the movement with Pitanko rings

Keeping the balance like a guido Spring flings

I dream everything

but I never dreamed this

Every day’s reminiscent of moments of Ayahuasca bliss

Like my mind’s finally been kissed

With the grace of God I’ll be strong as his fist

Crushing the castles of greed while creating the new RSS feed that spread the vibrations of truth for which our saviors bleed

The kind that we pray for on our knees

That’s the creed

Everything else, we don’t need

Everything else, is nothing

And like all of our ancestors before… we are building something fitting of the heaven we are destined to breath, breed, and feed into existence

Like the kinding of the first fire

Fear is just resistance

to an unstopable change Liberty Square is the nexus of that’s always strange evolution From passion into active revolution Got problems with the world? Well join us and be the solution

Otherwise suffer being achrived as the mental/spiritual pollution we are cleaning from Mother Earth Prove what you’re worth… Which is infinitely more powerful than the star dust dirt That makes our conscious spirit flirt between stages of birth death and rest

It’s all a test anyway

So pass it in flying red white and blue colors today

Get off your ass and chant

the songs which destroy the thought he, she, we us can’t

Because we can, and we are

The question is if you can see that far