Primitive Reason White Tree
And a me see massive plan
And a me seen massive man
Son o this planet
Stronger than lion
Him a many man have a plan to control
Him a many man have a will to enrol
He never known
Rebellious soul
A freedom spirit
Rebellious goal
And I can hear it
He growing strong
I can see the signs of rebellion come
Millions and billions of people we be
Millions of minions those people we be
Most living in fear and negativity
Hanging by our necks from this damn cursed tree
Incarceration and slavery
In every nation, in every street
In every mind the third eyes sees
Many have awoken to the third eye's dream
No, nor the wickedness nor the stickiness will
control.
Why imitate them? They nothing but cold.
They nothing but horror on gold. Why imitate them?
Como yo lo tengo, como yo lo doy,
Como yo lo veo, como yo estoy,
como yo lo hablo, como yo lo hago,
como yo vengo, como yo lo soy
sin la más mínima duda estoy
sin la más mínima duda que ver es hoy
sin tiempo corremos
sin tiempo mirar
sin tiempo no hay ver
sin tiempo no hay estar
como no sabemos, como no vemos, como entendemos,
como habremos ni como podremos un día parar por bien
muy bien pues, muy bien es, muy buenos son de corazón
el día vendrá, habrá que luchar, habrá que guerrear,
habrá que matar,
como lo sabemos
habrá que morir como no
como lo sabemos
habrá que sufrir como no
Déjame estar, tu déjame hablar
Porque este viejo no sabe callar
No, nor the wickedness nor the stickiness will
control.
Why imitate them? They nothing but cold.
They nothing but horror on gold. Why imitate them?
Positivity is the third eye scene
Oh, and a me say so
And a you say bosses and a me say no
And a you say work and a me say who?
And a you say you
Work is the task that I naturally do
Word is the mask that I naturally use
Said some are blind, yes
Those of your kind need but open your minds yes
Come again say
And a me say so and a the father say so
And a me say so and a the creator say so
In a tunnel mind the vision will grow
In a dark mind the light will show
Words, this planet can observe
That man can serve
Ignorance converts
These are mighty words from the mouth of one who
heard
These words from the mouth of the ones who had heard
No, nor the wickedness nor the stickiness will
control.
Why imitate them? They nothing but cold.
They nothing but horror on gold. Why imitate them?
What is unusual might not be so bad.
With a turn of the head, and a turn of the hips,
Head this way, read my lips.
What is original should be the usual.
