Get me to the meat
This heat building at the
Base of my spine
Time married Tempo
My Kundalini begins to rise
Serpentine Power
But I wear no disguise
If you doubt what I am saying
Gaze into my eyes
Lies never server to mesmorize (me)
I would rather not know
Until I learn the truth
This image based nation
Soft serving our youth
Proof is in the pudding
Like a microwave Chef
How far we have to travel
Till there's nothing left?
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