The lyrics appear when my wife speaks

Warped Collages

The government is the best contortionist

Diluting our ability to act in our best self interest, with psychological antics

Layer upon layer of deception

If you’re not tuned inward, you’re subject to contention

Puppet on a string, is a thing

A performative anarchy as a guise that feels suiting

Feeding the fears and inadequacies

of our convoluted ego;

clouding our intuitive abilities

Postpartum depression isolating me more than Covid

Deranged ideologies while I struggle all alone in this

I find it hard to say, so My heart beats Morse code

Signaling for the universe to intervene

Corona virus and politickin’ tricks plague every channel on the Tell Lie.Vision screen

National panic with worldwide schemes got me calling on God, my ancestors and everything in between

Postpartum de-rails me

I’m falling deep

Media controlling our psyche with a constant injection of trauma

Trump suppressing votes and always blaming Obama

Republican or Democrat, it’s all a ruse

It’s about a handful of entities that control the news

Spiritual warfare, guard your mind. Guard your heart. Guard your dreams

I’m just here to shine light on these conspiracy theories

While God whispers to me in my meditative dreams

2020 Vision, if you’re willing to look, you’ll see

That the detriment of humanity lies in distraction and in our lack of accountability

 An exposé of systems flawed

Human scars and tainted law

****, Negro or African American.. dictated systemic labels deprive us of knowing our power within

Now we’re black, which is grammatically an adjective

Not a pronoun, but a misnomer, so politically and socially, we cease to exist

Black means civiliter moortus,

dead in the eyes of the law

Yet we drop our jaw at a system we feel is deeply flawed

So tell me again, how we count.... and survive in a system who doesn’t acknowledge us

In God we trust?

The fall of man implies God’s imperfection

And that’s where I’ll begin

 do you see these Idiosyncratic theories

That condemn us to our original sin?

The answer has always been within