THOUGHT THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW

 

Same shit different day,

Everything meaningful million miles away.

Anything brain-dead readily available,

Substance paperthin, 

attention span caving in.

TV, TV on the wall tell me all the latest things,

Looks unsafe out there, 

I better be staying in.

The bait has been taken in, hook, line, sinker.

To not get sick

You need think alligator skin.

 

It's poison for your body, mind and soul,

I don't know that you care,

I just thought that you should know.

 

It's poison for your body, mind and soul,

I don't know that you care,

I just thought that you should know.

 

 

It's that same old song they're playing on the radio,

I can hear that shit no more,

That shit is poison for my soul.

I'm gonna to tune into a different frequency before it kills me,

But first I thought that you should know,

Thought that you should know,

That you should know.

 

 

You ask me for my name,

I just tell you that I am,

You tell me I can't say that,

But I'm telling you I can.

And I'll tell you something else that you will likely find outrageous,

There is knowledge inside you that you will never read on pages,

On Facebook, or hear in an address to the nation,

The president's not heaven sent,

It's just an occupation.

His power is but a figment of imagination,

Your freedom is real, though,

Time that you embrace it!

 

 

Cause freedom for your body is like a truth for your mind,

And love for your soul,

I just thought that you should know.

 

Freedom for your body,

like truth for your mind,

And love for your soul,

I just thought you should know.

 

 

 

It's that same old song they're playing on the radio,

I can hear that shit no more,

That shit is poison for my soul.

I'm gonna to tune into a different frequency before it kills me,

But first I thought that you should know,

Thought that you should know,

That you should know.

 

 

 

Everybody's born innocent like snow,

Pure like earth,

Free like the wind when it blows on your skin,

Yearning for your touch.

And the fire that burns inside of us

Can become a passion or a permeating lust,

A dangerous obsession or the furnace heat that busts

Our chains of opression,

A flame of progression that leads as from recession into glut.

I do have many questions about to much.

How can you preach there came intelligence from dust?

How can you seek power when you know it devours

Everything it touches

And never is enough?

I'll never get it:

You're so clever yet it is your intellect

That makes you not see levelheaded.

Cause we are not just intellect,

We are emotions, too,

And emotions do teach us some potent truths

That no amount of thought will get you closer to.

The marriage of both is called intelligence.

Intellect and Genesis.

Religion's greatest nemesis.

Now, some of you'll be thinking, I've had way too much cannabis.

Others may appreciate my penmanship.

I'm just trying to put in words

That which can't be put words,

Like the crashing of the ocean

Or the whistling of birds.

Like the view from 6,000 feet above Earth.

For all it's worth.