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«Word»

By Julian Lozano

Copyright 2015

It’s funny to think that the right combination of words can change someone’s

entire life

Change my entire life

I have a creative itch that is insatiable

A clean lake ya shift, and mix, and shape, and mold

Make rivers.

The basin, kids stand in the stage and show

Our inards.

A Plagiarist can’t imitate this flow

Since eight years old, I was making great tapes, ya know?

But, it was on the low like JFK dates Monroe

I been spittin' long enough to fill the great lakes.

Withhold

No information, though.

The games sacred oath I’ve taken, bro

I need to escape sameness, drones, and nameless foes

They’re Goliath, and I’m David.

Prone to take a stone

And making em' break his bones

Words can hurt and be changing the status quo

Words conspired to provide you with righteous

Words inspired the civil rights movement, priceless!

The worst desires: The Third Reich duds and ISIS

In the beginning was the word.

God described you in likeness

To himself, and the universe was born

I don’t know if that’s true, but how do you exist in form?

Singularity is coming like Trans humanists have warned

So, you better move it, bitch like Ludacris if you are misinformed

Our stupid-ness is for sure the root of this, and your word

Misusuing it will corner our humans.

Shift it forward

We’ll be able to smell the bullshitter’s putridness his pores spurt

When they tell you: «shoot your kin!»

Refuse it!

It’s an order!

I’ve been living most of my life, oh, misusing the word

And for that I paid a high price, oh, the moods they usurped

I give you my word

I give you my word

I give you my word

I give you my word

When I’m on this mic, I’m going to kill it for sure!

I give you my word

I give you my word

I give you my word

I give you my word

You said all the right words.

Don’t apologize, sir

The dishonest guys will wanna try to Sodomize your

Bottom might hurt.

They polish lies, and modify turds

And say: «You want a bite, sir?

I’m on your side, sure!»

The bottom line is, on their minds is dollar signs first

They want you to sign the dotted line and put a collar like merch

Around your neck.

You found respect?

Wounds cauterized burns

From the man’s heat.

I’ll be as free;

personify birds

‘cause, I wanna fly.

Search the planet for happiness

I know that it’s within, but these capitalists can’t assist

Trapping us en masse in a bin, scrapped into big stats and lists

Rappin' as an activist.

To the man, I’m an antagonist

It’s also the fault of the awful results

Of your ignorance!

Get a hint?!

All of these qualms

We can solve with a spiritual knowledge

This era is godless.

Use the spirit til' we near a preponderance

Of people who understand the cycles of everything

Those who run the world have insight, yo, to heavenly

Bodies waxing and waning.

They’re maestros of energy

The Holy Spirit’s in my house- a delightful amenity

Bags of green so I can redeem sanity

Yeah, this spring I’ve been planting seeds to attract some peace

I’ll be as serene as a placid, clean, certain Nazarene

Better fasten seats!

Like Assassin’s Creed

I’m killing everything that isn’t serving me well

The biggest enemy I’m finna' purge is the self

Pity, and I’m fixing all the nerves and these cells

They get detailed.

I’m winning, as the words I speak tell

The only barrier is the mind

There’s no scarier cliff to climb

I know the carrier mystifies

But, it shifts in time, and the shit unwinds, right?

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