Stop the psyops.
Call the cops.
No.
We’ll deal
with it in our own house,
our own streets,
where good and evil meet.
Try that in a small town,
try eating the concrete.
No sleep.
Urban or rural,
the divide’s alive.
No more “boy”, or “girl”,
just a strange malaise
blazed like a new
strain of haze.
Chocolate Kush,
how can they push
their ideas on everyone,
if every hand holds a gun?
If every heart holds love,
then how can we make them jump
when we ask, “How high?”
High enough to bring down the sky
upon their heads.
Reality check.
This shit never ends.
Create shock
to buy stock,
live off the dividends.
Feed war,
machine more
implements of destruction.
Education waylaid for instruction.
Amplify indoctrination.
Make no mistake,
it’s been this way
since before there were nations.
What you see currently
is just a change on the face
of the currency.
Trafficking people has always been done,
that’s why we bleed money.
The ultimate resource.
The real source of power.
The reason evil men cower
in the face
of God’s Grace,
because His light devours hate.
No fate.
No state.
Just a basic base.
Family.
Community.
Networks built on Faith.
No wonder they’re afraid.
Rich men north of Richmond,
and men in high castles
know that their hour is late.
Endgame time.
High minds
and underhanded plans.
Deal with devils
and otherworldly men.
Transactions come due,
come through,
or come back.
No escape
from the coming attack.
Put God in front,
the whole world on your back.
An Atlas map,
when the way we’re shown,
and the apps on our phones
are a trap.
Keep a clear mind,
a light heart,
and full hands.
The devil’s just a detail
in God’s plan.
But we’ll pull each other down
if we don’t stand.
Together.
Goddamn,
we’re just talking sports and weather, man.
DJR – 2023
