Letras
From the view of the hill-top in the park after dark
The moon hung high over Milwaukee for us all to see
It's bright light casted the shadow of tall trees
The night's cold whispering wind was haunting
From the hill's height, the feeling was as if you were all seeing
In tune with all beings, hand shakes palm readings
Healing to calm the seething caused by wall street's cheating
Every locality is directly affected by global traps of greed
The faculty of financial elite's to make you bask in the
Belief that you are happy sheep, thinking you extra
Woke but you half asleep, with hidden forces
Determining where your path will lead
Into the past we must seek, for the answers to the wrath that's been
Reaped, by wicked men and their acts of savagery, before they were caught
They paid authorities off to grant them amnesty, most of the
Time they were the authorities, you report to me
Use reporters as sheep, you forced to believe
No remorse for the meek on they course to deceive
Distort and orphan our origins and spread a lore to mislead
poison the soil and seed, and privatize the GMO
We've seen this before, been fighting since the Caesar's of Rome
They trying
Ryan Porter
O/B/O DistroKid