Just letting my style run.
I’m talking to you and myself
Forget wealth
Just worry about your health
That’s more important
than any dollar bill
I don’t take pills
I don’t trust them
Some people rush them
down their throat
to get that temporary relief
without knowing that they are a thief
in the night
stealing your body of the strength to fight
every germ and virus
You can look into my iris
to see the Midas touch
when it comes to natural healing
There’s no need for a dutch
and weed
I still get the feeling
to create something special
Ask yourself why
all popular music is sexual,
violent and drug related
It got me to a point
where I hate it
What happened to the morality?
Where are the boundaries?
Your children shouldn’t be listening to that junk
It’s not suitable
They’re trying to create a legion of punks
Don’t let them do to you
what they did to so many others
There are so many sisters and brothers
who don’t have a clue
about their plan to subdue
the good hearted
They want us dearly departed
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