The Birth of Viracocha, Pt. 2

hey say wisdom, is the wise words spoken

By a brother attemptin' to open
The graves, of these mentally dead slaves
Who've been lost on a cross, for decades

And centuries, lookin' for the liberty
But receive nothin', but misery
And hard times, and things of that nature

But the men who wrote that, they was evil
Slave owners, who did not include us
They just used us, and abused us

First they trick you, then mentally kill you
And use tеchnologies, to rebuild you
This whole plan was a pеrfect scam

See that's why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man
Six is the limitation of the Devil
In the Million square miles of land that he settles

Put you in a three piece suit, give you loot
Chemicals in your head to make you look cute
They use you as a fool to deceive your own people