Now John Locke and his followers, they'll preach and they'll plead,
That "all men are equal," a dangerous creed!
A lie that was written on a parchment so fine,
To poison the well and to sever the vine.
For nineteen in twenty need a guide and a hand;
They're children, not sovereigns, in this promised new land.
And to leave them to "freedom" is the cruelest of fates;
It's the law of the jungle at the factory gates.
That "all men are equal," a dangerous creed!
A lie that was written on a parchment so fine,
To poison the well and to sever the vine.
For nineteen in twenty need a guide and a hand;
They're children, not sovereigns, in this promised new land.
And to leave them to "freedom" is the cruelest of fates;
It's the law of the jungle at the factory gates.
I've seen the word "wagie" bandied around a lot lately, but didn't know until recently what it denoted. For anyone still confounded, it means an individual who has a remunerative occupation, but the word also harbors a negative connotation and is used as a pejorative. The more you know!
THE Philosopher
The only things that are really yours are your decisions.
"But my body is mine."
The one that will decay away and die regardless of your will? In what sense is this "ownership" if you have so little control?
The one that will decay away and die regardless of your will? In what sense is this "ownership" if you have so little control?
Should people read?
Smart niggas should read. It's a crime if they don't read regularly. Dumb niggas should not. It's a crime if they do read regularly. Simple.
Smart niggas should read. It's a crime if they don't read regularly. Dumb niggas should not. It's a crime if they do read regularly. Simple.
A Bright Niggas, quite quick and precise,
Thought literature not worth the price.
His wit grew quite dull,
As he emptied his skull,
Ignoring the poor man's advice.
The Dumb Nigga read volumes of Greek,
But understood nothing he'd speak.
He'd spout learned lines,
Ignoring the signs,
Of his knowledge being terribly weak.
The brain who won't learn what is true,
And the fool who misquotes it right through,
Both make a mistake,
For goodness sake,
And make me feel sick like a flu.
Thought literature not worth the price.
His wit grew quite dull,
As he emptied his skull,
Ignoring the poor man's advice.
The Dumb Nigga read volumes of Greek,
But understood nothing he'd speak.
He'd spout learned lines,
Ignoring the signs,
Of his knowledge being terribly weak.
The brain who won't learn what is true,
And the fool who misquotes it right through,
Both make a mistake,
For goodness sake,
And make me feel sick like a flu.