Our ancestors copulated we fuck now and rape occasionally making love is too much work making war is bread, butter and honor
We only jerking I , you and him anywhere, everywhere ... most of the time
Where did we go wrong inspite of our music, despite our songs
We always carry brain ‘n’ shit if the two are not mixed work is worship, living is fun in the golden silence he-man becomes human
Lording over destiny worthy of a woman for pleasure for fun
The salvation does not lie beneath the navel Rajnish’s life testifies to that salvation sits safe in the temple of head
Everything has multiple uses tiny, great, big ‘n’ small so guaranteed by the giver of all
Each human child an uncut diamond eager to walk on the razor’s edge holding the little finger even otherwise the curiosity of the child
Let us stop fighting and listen to the child through a lie-detector if need so arise
Every homo-sapien was a child once living in fairy tale world of pebbles, berries, horses ‘n’ butterflies
Spontaneous sparks, rooms or parks with toys ‘n’ trains, in sun, in rains the childhood is great fun
Some children had it so real good they refused to grow while the orphans, victims of society whom childhood passed by all compete with children for their lost paradise
The mature world of grownups ‘n’ the old where bride is for burning groom to be sold gun is the shakti God is gold is horribly weird
Let us for once listen to the children their innocent ideas and allow them to usher in a new era long overdue the era of innocence
Open sesame the mind opens life for the living by giving then taking
Lover, brother, father, son natural progression for the son of a gun.
