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coming for the Keys to Access Hidden Power I'm coming for'um I'm coming for'um I'm coming for'um I'm coming for the Keys to Access Hidden Power I got

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

they lit the bonfire for the network TV news cameras, so that they could say "Yes! Another triumph in the Drug War!"

Drug War. War. The American army

want access to assets and your ass hit
Wreak chaos and havoc, and keep the hash lit
Girls pass as ships in the night

THAT IS JUST WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO

MY N.Y

It's just the Same Old New york
Here in the empire state
It's just the Same Old New york
Here in the empire state
It's just the Same Old New

smoking 
I'm too high
so my brain broken
I don't say prayers
My mom pray for em 
Shut it down
So we change forums
Made paper work
And ain't change forms
Keep

slack
Till I make a new rack
Bring a bundle
We stand back to back
On da flat
I got homies gats
Rat tat tat tat tat
To his back
Hit the snap back
And we

put some toothpaste on they brush and god
I just scrubbed on it
I don't have no love for them
They can take they opinions and run forest
I run forums

nothing worst than being called out in a public forum
Backed against the wall with nothing left but a flustered decorum
Sometimes such a kick in the pants

Assmilk

Earl Sweatshirt

Bastard

2009

the door, get your access denied

I'm not an asshole I just don't give a fuck a lot
The only time I do is when a bitch is screaming, "Tyler, stop"
The big

to gain access but the entry's closed
Quiet in a corner, In my own world
Unable to articulate, desperate for space
A hand reaches out me, try not to be

for the brindled bureaucracy of inward negotiation
Petrified by inaction, losing daylight schemes
And access to gentling hues, a sense of
Worthiness in

A tour de force
A tool to force
Seasons last an age
Space reclined
Access denied
All for that saccharine stage
You are the queen of trees
Turf

learned a lot since
Call it confidence
From my old school Benz
To my new residence
I've I lost my mind
Haven't been the same since
Pay me or be there no no

to formulate a
New socioeconomic system that's oriented
Towards human creativity and
Not growth and that's based
On compassion, not consumption,

more than what the eyes behold
New lives waiting for us trees of life inside the forest of death
Just keep on breathing dont you stop until you run out

dark soon and they mostly come at night
Mostly…
It’s s ironic

How desperately we are trying to plant green on the red planet
Seeking new life anywhere

psych pythons
Chants as I'm on

A small room on the forest floor
Sleeves are tucked under my
Body bag
Like vinyl
Displayed vibrantly
Runs spinal
Like

the bear, preventing forest fires everywhere, they
Burning new trees, off the regular, and most of them, not even secular, the religious, now herbal