Hybrid Clones of Social Capitalism

Splintered minds, lost tools invisible pools of
Waves penetrate heads bossing fools around screaming from newspaper tissues
Black tie getting pissed on, businessmen don’t listen
Simple deviant tricks led to compound financial issues
I was there
For it all
Sold the loans
Spent the cream
Moved it all
shifted ethereal puzzle pieces
while pawned away in chess games
Lost minds, splintered tools
Hybrid beings lithium/oxygen
Watertight fatties composing sealed lips
Hydrogen motors under led lights redrum
It only makes cents if the money is abundant
Henry Paulson cooks it in the kitchen with the crack and
World leaders breaking sweat cause revolution is imminent
Past due time for the poor to wake up
lacking popular opinion but the money ain’t the prize
Macking was cool ten years in the past but SURPRISE
Reality is on the rise and womankind needs our blessing
Mother Earth and Mother Theresa did more than Henry Ford and J.P. Morgan
Cuz the money ain’t the prize it’s material’s that’s important
woke up a bigger size today, sparkles replacing dollar signs within the darkness of my eyes
I meant what I said every moment that I spoke
I lent my precious time to the plants that I smoked
saw that meaning is key to defining how you livin
and defined my life from demise to the present aka the beginning.

Specifically, amidst the palms, Los Angeles, California, United States of America, North America, Mother Earth, Esteemed Solar system, Delicious Galaxy, Left coronary of the Universe, September 29th, 2008………