To the Artist Whom the Pen Belongs

Those Bureau boys flying around in helicopters, while they night time binoculars watch us, they got hundreds of hours of inscripted conversation from a private cartel conference, they want in on our Billion dollar accomplishments, enormous -n- elaborate mansions built inch by inch with imported Italian marble -n- brick, got the Attorney General -n- Vice President owing me favors, for this is Big Business, got Navy Seals personally transporting my sh*t, criminals -n- uniform, now they’re letting inmates go, talking about drug reform, a New America is being born, like a cartoon being drawn, the truth still being transformed, to what artist does the pen belong, take gress out of Congress, you’re left with Con, to the artist to whom the pen belongs, you ever read the Noble Koran, according to those Ayats, we’re living wrong, Modern Day Babylon, a devil -n- a business suit, a picture Michelangelo should have drawn, they pass the Bills -n- design the laws they know they ain’t gonna break, while the other lives are at stake, don’t watch me, watch your own, tap they telephones, the true criminals, to the artist whom the pen belongs, so for the laws they’ve drawn, they feel guilty, so they talking this prison reform, they need to be reformed -n- held accountable for their wrong, the real cons, to the artist whom this pen belongs.

The United States government
America, the Modern Day Babylon
Adieu to all you haters