Tickled with fame admit you're a slave ripping through a maze

Limping to a grave with a page in a caged stage

Six ways in eight days they trick your brain where all five senses are clutched

The magic touch used to be whip and chain

Fast food cripples the brain

Opressed spirits riddled with pain live in shame see little to gain

A kid on the train is restrained and detained

Each year thousands of woman are abducted from the Ukrain

And thats the smell of trouble developements crumble

Several boroughs spell trouble for commuters

Increasing shooters and looters

The beast is using manuvers to feed it through the computer

Delete the truth from intruders that leak it into a smooth cut

More are stuck as slaves today than ever before

Mesure the deception of war from oppression and more

Abandonment is purly the common fate of many slaves

Becoming unproductive due to the burden of their ways

Raise the level of understanding this phenomenon

Handling all it's wrong without the threat of dropping bombs

Sight is rocking, locking on the topic getting to the source

Through the laws of phonics you thought my jaws were bionic

The mic um on it, rattling more about wars exetra

While human trafficing routs run throughout North America

Forced labor on Dominican sugar plantations

Are responsible for 15 percent of the US traderun

You can be born or you can be lord into bondage kid

Brazillian hostages work in hevily armed cottages

Deep in the Amazon but now thier plans are gone cause they was promised life they panic

Knife scars on thier hands and arms

Making charcoal for soldiers that's hot and cold

With a rotten soul shots loaded ready for crop control

Robots patrol blocks and hold glocks with a heart of gold

Ready for obstacles

Land of the free? Then why we stop at tolls?

Pilgrims landed on the coast of Plymouth

Criminals who fled the British

In Mexico you can visit factories packed with over worked kids in it

And witness an operation thats vicious

Contemplating who did it

Not concentrating you'll miss it

Evil thinks it's delicious

Killing hope making specific solutions ficticious

Polluting riches of truth to paint pictures of grave diggers

I preach proof while some priests abuse scriptures



Control yes y'all thats the topic of the day

The population is programmed and pricked on a tray

The trays in a box, the box is on the shelf stacked in twelves

On a tractor belt moving into the batter of hell

Communicate collaborate cooperate let's concentrate

Global power system mass opression will complicate

Control, the system is in place, they operated well

But every major arcadia in the past fell

Control is a sky scraper confined to a glacier

The soul of a fly creators rhymes I crack into a crator

With the Isis Papers I design pyramids

Focusing thoughts into a point that aims right where your spirits is