Aye
Naught the law of the land
Yet if you deepen your search
You'll find sunken root's!

Believe this or them
Task is of your's
Take it or leave it
Who will it take down.

Freedom of speech been year's in the make
Yet plausible thought's been taken away
The gangster's of life
Have pulled all your plugs!

Too simple of mind are you to see what they do!

My God, I love all the people, why do they refuse
To see what's the venue
What they make coming true
It belong's in your thoughts that you all have to think.

Think as you may with the thoughts I here give
Cast it away for your reason to live
Selfish in scribe or of your taking of bribe
Three 6's aligned if that's what you seek.

Yet you fear the wrath of a fire in consume
In the middle you stench of the way of your faith.