dropping my blessings in for all my Patriot Bruddhas that are Being the Salt of The Earth.
Peace and Love to all of you.
WHERE WE GO ONE.
WE GO ALL.
WE ARE ONE.
WE ARE ALL.
ALL IS ONE.
CREATING SPECIAL EFFECTS TO REFLECT THE
SYNERGIES OF SYNARCHY.
THATS TRUE REIGN
THROUGH TRUE STRENGTH AND PEACE.
PRAISE KEK!
PRAISES TO THE CHAOS.
PRAISE YHVH!
PRAISES TO THE LIGHT, THAT IS TRUE ORDER FROM THE CHAOS.
I leave you with the following.
To the
"Better In Tune With The Infinite"
It's frustratin' when you just can't express yourself
And it's hard to trust enough to undress yourself
To stand exposed and naked, in a world full of hatred
Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred
I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks
Fast forward towards the stars and the jetpack
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me
The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me
Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me
They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me
They might can feel the music but could never ever feel me
To the lawyers, to the sheriffs, to the judges
To the debt holders and the law makers
Fuck you, sue me, bill me
That name on that birth certificate, that ain't the real me
The lies can't conceal me
The sun rise and the moon tides and the sky's gon' reveal me
My brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me….
-Jay Electronica