John Trudell God Help And Breed You All
No I didn't read it in his own write
But I read about the Hardy Boys
Looking for the treasure
Spin and Marty didn't find
Turns out it was Annette
Even Indiana Jones didn't figure it out
In the Temple of Dooms gloom
Rats eyes casting yellow lights
On Star War in Linda Lovelace's throat
Even Beethoven rolled over for
Johnny Be Good
While Chuck sat in a prison cell
Listening to Elvis die in the army
Before Sergeant Pepper went into
A Strawberry Field
And turned into the Walrus
Climbing into a bed for peace
In love with a Japanese woman
Hated by an international YMCA
Ex-Jesus freak
Who blew him off the mountain
Martin dreamed about
Well the CIA didn't say anything
Hoping no one would imagine
Psychiatric head doctor connections
or Manchurian Candidates
War makers behaviour modification
Master plan
Killing men of peace
While the Queen of Diamonds
Reshuffled the deck
Turning up the Ronalds
Reagan and McDonald
In 1985 the wasps were still
Trying to swarm
In radioactive mushroom clouds
Taking space rides with
Charlie's Angels
Into the black hole that was left
After the Hardy Boys found the treasure
And didn't know what to do
So they sold her
For drugs
Bad Acid
Bringing to this reality a clarity
Hard to believe
From sea to shining sea
Profits pissing lives into the
Wall Street urinal
Which I don't want to read
But someday I'm going to read
In his own write
God Help and Breed You All