Check this I'm sick of the tricks, sick of the purists. For ages we misfits

Check this I'm sick of the tricks, sick of the purists. For ages we misfits not talking bout what day it is. The world has made us into capitalistic fatalists, I looking around this place but can't find the people that I came with.

Will all the real truly free people please stand up, tell me somebody out there still hasn't given up. Is this living of ours living up to the vision or does this revolution stop at your coffee cup, huh,
 [bad word] this, I'm sick of the [bad word]  sick of the business, sick of the world tending to be my witness, sick of pretending to be this identity hypothesis, force my metamorphosis, throw my caution to the wind with total thoughtlessness.

I and I is a hungry soul, society gone bad but we need not fall so face the demons stealing into these maddening days, find them in the minds eye, take aim and blow them away.

We got to purify, from the inside out.

Check the bass, check the middle, check the treble but lets take this music to another level. We're like pebbles dropping into the water causing ripples for our sons and daughters, there's no borders, just all of us shouting orders.