Willie Pete Vs. The Medicine

[Chorus] Art is my sword clashing the blade of thy lord. [1st Verse] The future is so bright that it kicks-starts spontaneous combustion causing a compendious concussion. Fire proximity suits my vision keeping it partially prosperous through dusty fumes of white phosphorus. The disobedience brings vitally bitter-sweet disruption. The creative passion of passionate destruction against pyramid schemes eruptions. A poetry-in-motion providing analytical deduction of how medicine is nature defending itself signifies harm-reduction indicating precursor of… [Bridge] ...A sublime tree of life [2nd Verse] Street medics' essence shows metric pleasance of a relic presence of how being inventive always exists without profit incentive. The triumph of the aftermath cannot be guaranteed; it isn't going to stop paternalism-repellent gallantry. Horizontal resistance planting a seed turning over a new leaf gallantly… [Bridge 1] ...A sublime tree of life [Chorus] Art is my sword clashing the blade of thy lord. [3rd Verse] Ignoring the past won’t ever try killing it’s impending blast. A generational crisis unfold, youth corruption from the old. Confronting it directly is enough to be bold. Eradicating yellow-gliterring trophies thats’ being tainting natural cognitive gold. [Chorus] Decolonizing the mind, a quest of insight slaying the police from the inside. [4th Verse] A better tomorrow is only possible, when the empires fall. Breaking point of institutional suicide bomber’s entire role. Maverick body amored like an EOD suit on a rocky mission. Iconoclast imagining a place without politicians. Imagining a scenery without politicians [Chorus] Encapsulation inspiration of self-emancipation [Bridge] Thy lord impair the poor soul strugglingly step out of the psych ward [5th Verse] The anger expressed with such righteous richness being sold as mental illness; the culture of tokenism, taking advantage of the sufferer for someone else’s bullshit luxury totemism. Once again, the revolt has failed since it gets commodified that wokeness gets lobotomized into an insomniac being romanticized. We’re by-products of the environment; the environment is a by-product of us; both got segregated that accountability got thrown under the bus. This is not a mystery; there’s already a long history of saying “be happy, be positive” marketing trickery forcing others to fall back in line of injuries like a good little jittery livestock hustling on a cycle of misery. A huge financial lap of victory for the giant industries. [6th Verse] I’m so tired of being a fucking coward. I’ve been an entangled item, so godamn soured yearning for froward of a lab rat bravely escapes on hovercraft only to crash directly outside of gate subsequently powered through on-foot scour, if that’s what makes me an extremist that is a title I need to feel empowered. [Chorus] Decolonizing the mind, a quest of insight slaying the police from the inside. [Outro] A sublime tree of life (2x) A sublime tree of life sprouts straight out of a crumbled white house.