it's crazy, like, the further and further away from our roots,
away from our origins we get,
away from our ancestors we get, the more important
ancient wisdom becomes.
and i think it's really crucial to remember,
as we approach the apocalypse,
that the despair, the desperation that we're feeling
is a completely appropriate reaction to
the destruction with which we are faced,
and i think it's gotta start being acceptable to admit.

look,
i caint fake this pain out.
i could explain now,
but nah, it's safe to say i can't be complaining
about the state i'm in,
so i stay fateful.
the way i live was raised as a kid on some grave-to-the-cradle shit,
afraid to give up,
i'm stuck sinking on this paper ship,
clinging to my stuff while bracing for the great abyss.
facing off the precipice, i never hit the brakes a bit.
ready for the lift, get me far from my neighbor cause I hate the kid,
i ain't be kept.
now, i'm worried that i'm marked cause i caused
my brothers' debt and I ain't even wept.
honest to god, i ain't abel to apologize yet, nah, instead i monetize death,
cause slavery ain't pretend, that's a bloody fact,
and when i take my last breath in i want nothing but my money stacked.
i said it and i meant it, people guessing that i've cracked,
but i'm just chasing paper, and love is just an act.

so if you ever prayed to your god, "i can't fake it," you absolved now,
you ain't gotta kneel any more
and if you ever screamed or shouted, "i can't take it" to your boss
you ain't gonna have to steal any more
and if you ever cried aloud, "i can't make it," to the IRS
you bout to never get no bills any more
y'all all right, look alive, zion rise, jah can break it,
babylon nah build any more.

nah,
i beg for a way out.
i need a break now.
the great escape is the caper that i'm dreaming
about, i lay in bed,
oversleep, wake slow,
i hate to fit.
this the pace, my week could go away like a drainage ditch.
the bank and the club,
the hospital, the therapist.
it's basic y'all, we're in the stocks, chained to our heritage
which blatantly sucks the brains from us like that dang academia,
i seen so many clowns that i can't read the court.
i pledged allegiance to the crown; in pageantry we trust,
but i've already bowed to the ground, i can't get off the floor.
and now i'm feeling like i'm starved, what? cause i'm not cleaning it up?
they got me fiending for blood,
and impossibly dumb like i can't tell felled trees from wood,
or copper dust from gold nuggets,
well, i been muttering the truth but now i'll bellow from the roof,
yelling, "End it now! 10,000 years of motherfuckers!"

so if you ever prayed to your god, "i can't fake it," you absolved now,
you ain't gotta kneel any more
and if you ever screamed or shouted, "i can't take it" to your boss
you ain't gonna have to steal any more
and if you ever cried aloud, "i can't make it," to the IRS
you bout to never get no bills any more
y'all all right, look alive, zion rise, jah can break it,
babylon nah build any more.

yeah,
i think sane when i freak out,
like finally i've beaten doubt,
feeling proud speeding over freezing ground,
while i train my spit:
i'm freestyling with a big smile as i'm chasing dinner,
speaking with the babel fish, i'm primalist,
y'all make me sick:
hedonistic, nihilistic, fatalistic, take your pick, bait and switch, place your picket pin.
and quit debating the individual validity of my statements.
if you study my intricate lyrics a bit you'll probably follow my hatred,
cause it's getting ridiculous, taking the hits and swallowing payments
y'all all sit, three Z's, i'm five threes in the matrix...
break the system, then make sure dip before it topples on us.
we'll watch the babel towers fall, not the forests.
so as it has been for ages, earth is all,
civilization is the problem, that's why i'm recording songs,
i only got one thing to say from off this pedestal:
occupy the wilderness before its gone.

so if you ever prayed to your god, "i can't fake it," you absolved now,
you ain't gotta kneel any more
and if you ever screamed or shouted, "i can't take it" to your boss
you ain't gonna have to steal any more
and if you ever cried aloud, "i can't make it," to the IRS
you bout to never get no bills any more
y'all all right, look alive, zion rise, jah can break it,
babylon nah build any more

now, i really believe,
the more we discuss our despair,
the more we voice our concern,
the more comfortable we are talking about the violent nature of the way we live,
the more comfortable we will be in discussing migration beyond civilization,
the more comfortable we would be discussing our options,
which are:
rewild or die.