Symbols: A Dysfunctional Family (C) 12-13-2010

I never really had a problem with symbols and ideology I can usually analyze the context and understand its quality But I always remember hearin quality was more important than quantity And here I’ve found a family with numbers but none seems to be fond of me You see Madam Justice is blind which really blows my mind To see that I guess she drew a blueprint but can’t see the design And her sister Hammurabi has a code of an eye for an eye So I guess Justice was messed up since the beginning of time Lady Liberty’s been holdin a torch that’s been blown out for over 500 years When Colombus entered the land that has now been shed of it’s tears She never noticed but the flame isn’t evoked from the sun But a digital implantation of what America claimed to have become Exactly the fireless flame that keeps the rooms heated Which should be a symbol for tension emitted from who we succeeded They have a pet Bald Eagle which freely exposed his courageous strength And spread his wings coverin my whole body in length It’s weird because once upon a time the Eagle really had hair But his brain was washed with bleach and it faced much more than it could bear They all had a tattoo in the middle of their chest And another on their back and it looked like a family crest Latin words under the devils star that towered over America The thirteen Masonic symbols sat maskin hysteria It seems they delighted the Eagle as it sat regal Holdin the poison bush and arrows that are implanted in people Then on the back it showed their home symbolized by Pharoah’s tomb The New world Order, consequently the statement to predicted doom The floating eye above the pyramid, hey they’re watchin for our security Or maybe to shoot out laser beams but I’d reflect it with a mirror see The Liberty bell rang like the song of the Sirens Bringin in the immigrants that it didn’t carry any desire in But the second time it was struck you could hear the cries of the “citizens” That felt they were treated unfairly in a place they didn’t feel they were different in The Rose garden is like a moat for the Dragon’s pit And they have the dragon for the draggin of those they can no longer tag and whip He roars a grand blast that signals he’s ready to start feast But don’t feed him soup with crackers, he only likes dark meat And Uncle Sam doesn’t treat me like a nephew How would you feel if he left you With a Dragon that treated you like refuse And when the Panthers tried to slay the Dragon everybody through a fit And caged them inside of a cell and sent the Dragon to take its pick Whatever it wanted it got, with help from snakes along the way The reptilians that dreamed to be Dragons someday, they’re called the Boule They all seek control from the Master of the Universe But there will be a day when his superiors will drive a puny Hirsch With him locked inside it and give his people the natural rights of man Man I swear I never wanna step foot in that house again