Bryan K. Washington: Music

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Don't wait too long
Or you might be tugging on the losing end of the line
There's a mighty wind blowing through the rushes Free your mind

Some people, They think they have it all
Only living for possessions
Because that's what keeps them standing tall
So much pride is in overwhelming evidence
Due to a pocket full of old dead presidents
But all the while my people cry
And everyday as they play More and more of our children die
This is the way of the Great society
The New World Order
More greed laced with Piety
Dare we seek answers in the likes of Bush y Rove y Reagans Headed for destruction Because we live the lies of these pagans
Wake up my brother
For the truth is our legacy
Reclaim your rightful Place Among Them
That's your destiny

Don't wait too long
Or you might be tugging on
the losing end of the line
There's a mighty wind blowing through the rushes
Free your mind

Reeled in just like fish
Seasoned with commerciality
Always good, cleaned your plate
Swallowed all of his reality
That's full of shit
Yet you haven't got the picture
You wanna drive a Benz
Status Symbol
Be like Mister
Oh you can have it all
That's exactly what he tells ya Sell your mother Sell your father
Sister
Brother
He compels you
To believe that the wealth is material
When Its really something more
Much more ethereal
Promised to you long ago Its yours and you own it
Wake up, Brother
From your nap
Before you find you've blown it
Sky High, Scotty, Party Hardy That's where he wants you
Living in a stupor
Where he knows he'll always own you

Don't wait too long
Or you might be tugging on the losing end of the line
There's a mighty wind blowing through the rushes
Free your mind

Know where to look for that helping hand
Free your soul
Help heal the land