NOTHING IS FREE, THANK YOU FOR
YOUR SERVICE, WARRIORS - @SecDef
Y’all spookin’ for a peace in my mind, but I’d settle for a piece of strange bubble, man.
A revolting development has presented itself without warning, an accident in no Time.
The future is past, and the present is all that’s left for you & me, immersed within bone.
Chambered the rounds, protect you from me, I’ve been unleashed & it’s not too pretty.
Ready and well-trained to put the hurt on the opponent, they never expected to receive
Like lightning in Darkness, it comes & recedes instantly without warning, I can’t grieve.
It’s one of the facts of life your parents ought to have told you to always remember this
Trippin’ away from the home you were exiled into a hard, cold world of all too human.
There, here, now, and then, it takes a strong mind & body to resist the power struggle
To snip your DNA out of your secret place & allow the minions to incarcerate the infant
Just because you get old doesn’t mean you can control your animal persuasions’ ski
Cure for incursion on a habitat is extinction, a chain reaction’s hot-fission/cold-fusion.
The solar system is not in human hands, thank the stars, we’re still all gonna die here
No reason to think y’all are any different than your kin, descended from the clueless
No clue means you’ve got dead air and a vacuum of a recollection, no reason or logic
Call it your life, it’s all you’ll ever get, like a turtle that slowly moves, don’t be a Dick.
There’s always trouble in the wake of the commotion caused by rowdy boys & girls
Y’all were one of them, maybe, maybe not, but you know you’re related to the pearls
They lived and died without knowing the real reason why they’re not food or a game
Mass requires a dose of spirit for peace of mind, It’s called energy, a claim to fame.
I will go ahead & reconnoiter the perimeter and sanitize the center for intelligencia
Believe in everything’s cause since that’s the Truth of the effect, original sin of he CIA
Down south jukin’ and I think it’s time we let go, it’s a party for infinity, happy to be
Every moment is precious and easy to forget, but that’s not the point; we’re all free!
Every morning it’s a test to see if you can live & go to sleep in your own bed, maybe not
It’s the way it all goes, out of the control room inside of your head, enforced by badges
Uniformed & blessed with the honor of promising to follow orders, no insubordinates
Pop quizzes, tests, exams, ACT/PSAT’s etc., etc., etc., assist people with blind dates.
Ears pricking up or not, go back to somnambulistic drugs you smoke or swallow, high
Watch Undercover, the sneaks & spooks have nothing better to do, they’re on payroll
Blocked by your own good time, every second you get, breathe deeply to get far away
Air in & out of your lungs goes to your blood & up to your mind’s eye, y’all lookin’ fine.
Beers in the cooler, drinks at the bar, we’re playin’ games with friends and their kids
Overcome with unconsciousness, you never know what’ll happen if your eyes see it
A wise exception to the rule of not telling everyone & sinking their battle ship’s grips
Defense of the most important life inside of you is sacrosanct, no scat, that’s no s#it.
Inside the inner sanctum, the members know what the body’s purpose is all about
Blind belief without a lick of proof is the harbinger of population control, boy scout
Your hips will fail on you, walking and running won’t be an option, shut your mouth
Tugging your heart string until you get yanked into my @X tweets without a doubt.
Ping this and uplink that, laptop, iPhone, Android, Smartphone, never a land line on
I’m pretty busy, but I’ll slow down for you because you seem to be really so sincere
I’ve had my eye on you, honest and trustworthy like a Boy Scout in a Cub Scout pack
I’m of such an advanced age, Earth will have orbited the Sun a hundred times, crack.
I apologize in advance for the things all around us turning black, homeless or saintly
Destined for the urn, graveyard, or prison cell if available, mostly a urine-soaked alley
If you don’t believe the assertion, you’re a part of the problem, what would Jesus do?
The One God would’ve been crucified for fighting city hall, am I right? Come on, man!
Big dream you metabolize to feel alive on Earth as you’re an immersed bit of plasma
Not in existence at all before your parental conception, can’t believe Earth’s round
Nothing gleaned pre-k through PhD responds to an illusory, metaphysical anomaly
Hosts have access to all sub-atomic bits of quark in the arsenal, unleashed hounds.
You heard the dialogue and participated in the reality behind being addicted to Life
Whether your drug is heroin or love, you can’t be whole without full access to it fast
If we’re inclined to fail due to fortune or inheritance of bad-seed DNA genes, just go
To the ocean beach in the middle of nowhere, and learn to fish & hunt for food, slow.
Don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got some good & bad news for you & it’s gonna hurt some
There is a narrow path to stay on until the target’s reached, a middle-of-the-road tune
Imagine without imagination, think without a thought, exist without being two or one
Bones out of a fertilized ovum, an accident of evolution’s reaction to being random.
Counter revolution to being homeless in the city, becoming a force that labors for gold
To trade for sustenance to survive and remain fit to roam Earth at ease ‘til you get old
Hit over the fence & it’s a homerun, a couple of hundred yards, maybe three plus, so
Since you don’t know what you don’t know, silence yo’ pie-hole, it’s your priority blow.
You, in the plural sense, I assume there’s more than one to see the words I got up here
Y’all just ahead of your time, it could have been worse, may have been in a traffic jam
You chose to move & live deep in the center of paradise, where crossroads cover gold
Sports, education, families, orphans, and you’ve got social security when you’re old.
Let the youngsters work for their taxes like the elders did when they got God-deceived
It’s a community you honor because without US, y’all wouldn’t have been conceived
Y’all would’ve been aborted like your mothers would have done if we didn’t ring a bell
Now ungrateful & on the way to being dead, locked out of heaven on a highway to hell.
Here’s a trend: you only get a finite amount of gasps for air; if you waste them, roadkill
Yours to use at your will, free will it is, unless you’re imprisoned for infractions in debt
The gods ain’t watchin’ the fiasco, they didn’t exist before Plato, Socrates & Aristotle
Cosmic comedy in layers of redemption, all about the karma, what’s in your wallet?
Magic beans are obtained through theft, hence the stalk grows a dream in a dream
It’s a home invasion of a gargantuan homo sapiens who awoke to some spilt cream
Ran out the door, down the stairs, jumped on the beanstalk & slid down due haste
Big & mad at me, the giant’s heavy body broke the stalk & he fell into tomato paste.
Nothing is free, and it’s got a price nobody’s willing to pay, but pay they will, everyone
No choice, no free will to do otherwise, since right here & now is the “Other Side” seen
Nobody is supposed to know this while they’re here & now, yet some will see, my son
Words mean nothing & nothing is free, if ya know what I mean, ya know what I mean.
A revolting development has presented itself without warning, an accident in no Time.
The future is past, and the present is all that’s left for you & me, immersed within bone.
Chambered the rounds, protect you from me, I’ve been unleashed & it’s not too pretty.
Ready and well-trained to put the hurt on the opponent, they never expected to receive
Like lightning in Darkness, it comes & recedes instantly without warning, I can’t grieve.
It’s one of the facts of life your parents ought to have told you to always remember this
Trippin’ away from the home you were exiled into a hard, cold world of all too human.
There, here, now, and then, it takes a strong mind & body to resist the power struggle
To snip your DNA out of your secret place & allow the minions to incarcerate the infant
Just because you get old doesn’t mean you can control your animal persuasions’ ski
Cure for incursion on a habitat is extinction, a chain reaction’s hot-fission/cold-fusion.
The solar system is not in human hands, thank the stars, we’re still all gonna die here
No reason to think y’all are any different than your kin, descended from the clueless
No clue means you’ve got dead air and a vacuum of a recollection, no reason or logic
Call it your life, it’s all you’ll ever get, like a turtle that slowly moves, don’t be a Dick.
There’s always trouble in the wake of the commotion caused by rowdy boys & girls
Y’all were one of them, maybe, maybe not, but you know you’re related to the pearls
They lived and died without knowing the real reason why they’re not food or a game
Mass requires a dose of spirit for peace of mind, It’s called energy, a claim to fame.
I will go ahead & reconnoiter the perimeter and sanitize the center for intelligencia
Believe in everything’s cause since that’s the Truth of the effect, original sin of he CIA
Down south jukin’ and I think it’s time we let go, it’s a party for infinity, happy to be
Every moment is precious and easy to forget, but that’s not the point; we’re all free!
Every morning it’s a test to see if you can live & go to sleep in your own bed, maybe not
It’s the way it all goes, out of the control room inside of your head, enforced by badges
Uniformed & blessed with the honor of promising to follow orders, no insubordinates
Pop quizzes, tests, exams, ACT/PSAT’s etc., etc., etc., assist people with blind dates.
Ears pricking up or not, go back to somnambulistic drugs you smoke or swallow, high
Watch Undercover, the sneaks & spooks have nothing better to do, they’re on payroll
Blocked by your own good time, every second you get, breathe deeply to get far away
Air in & out of your lungs goes to your blood & up to your mind’s eye, y’all lookin’ fine.
Beers in the cooler, drinks at the bar, we’re playin’ games with friends and their kids
Overcome with unconsciousness, you never know what’ll happen if your eyes see it
A wise exception to the rule of not telling everyone & sinking their battle ship’s grips
Defense of the most important life inside of you is sacrosanct, no scat, that’s no s#it.
Inside the inner sanctum, the members know what the body’s purpose is all about
Blind belief without a lick of proof is the harbinger of population control, boy scout
Your hips will fail on you, walking and running won’t be an option, shut your mouth
Tugging your heart string until you get yanked into my @X tweets without a doubt.
Ping this and uplink that, laptop, iPhone, Android, Smartphone, never a land line on
I’m pretty busy, but I’ll slow down for you because you seem to be really so sincere
I’ve had my eye on you, honest and trustworthy like a Boy Scout in a Cub Scout pack
I’m of such an advanced age, Earth will have orbited the Sun a hundred times, crack.
I apologize in advance for the things all around us turning black, homeless or saintly
Destined for the urn, graveyard, or prison cell if available, mostly a urine-soaked alley
If you don’t believe the assertion, you’re a part of the problem, what would Jesus do?
The One God would’ve been crucified for fighting city hall, am I right? Come on, man!
Big dream you metabolize to feel alive on Earth as you’re an immersed bit of plasma
Not in existence at all before your parental conception, can’t believe Earth’s round
Nothing gleaned pre-k through PhD responds to an illusory, metaphysical anomaly
Hosts have access to all sub-atomic bits of quark in the arsenal, unleashed hounds.
You heard the dialogue and participated in the reality behind being addicted to Life
Whether your drug is heroin or love, you can’t be whole without full access to it fast
If we’re inclined to fail due to fortune or inheritance of bad-seed DNA genes, just go
To the ocean beach in the middle of nowhere, and learn to fish & hunt for food, slow.
Don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got some good & bad news for you & it’s gonna hurt some
There is a narrow path to stay on until the target’s reached, a middle-of-the-road tune
Imagine without imagination, think without a thought, exist without being two or one
Bones out of a fertilized ovum, an accident of evolution’s reaction to being random.
Counter revolution to being homeless in the city, becoming a force that labors for gold
To trade for sustenance to survive and remain fit to roam Earth at ease ‘til you get old
Hit over the fence & it’s a homerun, a couple of hundred yards, maybe three plus, so
Since you don’t know what you don’t know, silence yo’ pie-hole, it’s your priority blow.
You, in the plural sense, I assume there’s more than one to see the words I got up here
Y’all just ahead of your time, it could have been worse, may have been in a traffic jam
You chose to move & live deep in the center of paradise, where crossroads cover gold
Sports, education, families, orphans, and you’ve got social security when you’re old.
Let the youngsters work for their taxes like the elders did when they got God-deceived
It’s a community you honor because without US, y’all wouldn’t have been conceived
Y’all would’ve been aborted like your mothers would have done if we didn’t ring a bell
Now ungrateful & on the way to being dead, locked out of heaven on a highway to hell.
Here’s a trend: you only get a finite amount of gasps for air; if you waste them, roadkill
Yours to use at your will, free will it is, unless you’re imprisoned for infractions in debt
The gods ain’t watchin’ the fiasco, they didn’t exist before Plato, Socrates & Aristotle
Cosmic comedy in layers of redemption, all about the karma, what’s in your wallet?
Magic beans are obtained through theft, hence the stalk grows a dream in a dream
It’s a home invasion of a gargantuan homo sapiens who awoke to some spilt cream
Ran out the door, down the stairs, jumped on the beanstalk & slid down due haste
Big & mad at me, the giant’s heavy body broke the stalk & he fell into tomato paste.
Nothing is free, and it’s got a price nobody’s willing to pay, but pay they will, everyone
No choice, no free will to do otherwise, since right here & now is the “Other Side” seen
Nobody is supposed to know this while they’re here & now, yet some will see, my son
Words mean nothing & nothing is free, if ya know what I mean, ya know what I mean.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, March 4th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1630 PMPST
{ Per The Ramones, God's in charge.
If you know, you know. }
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