Lyrics

There are some battles in this world
and the wrong folks are winn'n, theyr'e grinn'n
they're condemn' every one of us of sinn'n,
but let's look at these details:
we treat the females like retail
we capture their minds and package their bodies up for resale
These people get pissed, when I twist what I twist,
then I insist on givn' that cannabis a kiss
cause this flower's got the power to devour the tower of Babylon they're buliding on my American lawn

It's wickedness, concealed behind a white picket fence
conspicously meticulous at kickn' out the dissidents
what do I say?
do I like this corporate state
workn' at sticky micky fuckn' dee's
everyday...
just to get paid at minimum wage. COME ON!
It's time we turn History's page...

Compassion, the easiest thing to ignite
but as a colorful people we're the easiest kind to divide

Compassion is like the wind
and truth is like the fire
engulphing the distorted fortress of corporate desire
but higher and higher, we must aspire
like a forest in the mire
with our roots rooted in these ruthless times
but our branches reaching skyward

seeking to bring to fruition
that which we desire
a heaven in which to dwell
unhampered by empire!