This is a P.S.A. for pirated radio stations. we're asleep in the american dream. Let's get awake and face it. Ive waited all my life for freedom, running out of patience. We've turned the new world into a sick suburban nation. I'll paint a portrait of the 'burbs so you can see the basis of my hatred for this absurd stasis we've created. You look around and see nothing but a sea of neighbors racistly segregated by the real estate agents. Physically separated by the architect's visions, our dwellings are set up for solitary existence. Supposedly rich but poor in terms of real living; cookie-cutter castles fit for kings have become prisons. And don't you dare to be young or grow old, neither. Ain't no room for y'all in the nuclear family ether. Kids and senior citizens both need chauffeuring. If you can't drive, then you die, but don't worry... Everyone drives around here, ain't got another way to move. Sure, there's buses and trains but really ain't no routes, no way to bike along an 8-lane outer loop. We inundate the innards of the cities with our crowded crews cause we always need to work to keep buying nourishment. Ain't shit growing on our lawns but farms are flourishing, sort of... the man-for-machine trade has been made, and the rate and size of produce exponentially inflates so we're healthy. At least, so says the popular opinion of it, but most of us are mentally insane pinions, crab-bucket syndrome. Im tryna get out but they clawing me. Solidarity in conformity, Bottling reality, sell it to me straight at the Wal-Mart Disillusionment and depression in the shopping cart Make a quick stop at the liquor store's mini-bar Have a few shots of whisky, pay with a credit card. Far from in the black, Im in the red, baby, debt's crazy The economy crashed last week, Damn tail-chasing bail-baiting bank bastards, get 'em in the clink fast. We love to blame others than ourselves for the hassles of modernity incarnate, attempted technotopia: obviously bullshit, some dangerous myopia work is just an okey-doke, they permanently roping ya, feeling like a hopeful dope at a silent symposium. Town hall's really just a place for panhandlers, and in the suburbs all we got's a clubhouse and grandstands. Shit, Its cool for baseball but what about the zoning laws? I guess I get a vote but they can't count em for the oval office. I feel immobile often like I'm in a local coffin. I'm not joking: most times I cannot manage walking. I need a quart of milk, some smokes and a pound of coffee... Revolutionary road, my ass. Please let me off it. The mere existence of the path on which we're taking steps renders regions bleeding with disease. how could we forget? Ain't no patriarchal Gods or churches if our mommys dead "We all need to re-believe in people," Andres Duany said. I'll quote the book, just to prove I know my shit.... (You won't take me serious if I'm not actually legit): He says, "communal space is key within a human habitat." Well, in suburbs we're all sectioned off alone. how wack is that? Let's not use as templates for a new design the broken ones: All these rusty cities ashes, misappropriated funds... We'll shape it up right, blaze a new trail like a blunt. Aint saying, "fuck life," but fuck the way we get it done. Look - Ain't naught but residences for several miles in each direction. Arterial roads for automobiles are our main veins to seek connection. We need the presence of a store, and more than that: a section of each block reserved for shops and some social resurrection. Better yet, beyond the civics. abandon Babylonic systems civilized structures are inherently resistant to the Tao. Talking bout some bring 'em down now shit. Thats the most important task, doubtless.

f you hating on money, man, go on light your paper up it's stupid funny how we fight over our wages, bro we think we're gunning it but really we're just breaking stuff you think you're dumb, after they stuck you with the fakest fluff i feel it too, partner, seeping through my wallet pocket we're in it too far to ever think we couldn't stop it we struggle real hard, popping off and then re-stocking we hit a real wall, now we gonna fucking drop it. yeah we're the illest cause we're sickened by the cash stacks feeling like we're dealing with some acid-addled flash backs if we backtrack, looking to the classics, issues facing us today like, shit i thought we passed that. it's still a class act, governed by your assets sure, they try to mask it but you know what your caste is make a fist like this, stop relaxing flat i'm saying slavery, baby, now is you grasping that? we've amassed the facts so we be blasting back attacking wackness and the plastic plaque as slackers slide into the time-changing rhyme-slinging education i'm naming mind-states needing heavy elevation yeah we're instigating definite investigation (data analyzed.) what's the verdict? (fuck civilization!) ok. learn the mission - smoke the message up and pass it- burn your currency, too - now where the crash at? light it up twice, brother, does you see the stakes is up? its too frightening, trust i couldn't make this up yeah we might die trying bringing justice, saving us but if we fight to win it, first we must be waking up that why i'm shouting loud, blazing like a fading rocket, raising up amazing love, knocking hate, i know it's shocking unlocking major topics, claiming that i heard the call - i'm just disgusted by the stuff. i'm tryna burn it all.