Dead Center Doctrine

[Verse 1]
Yo, blastin' through the trichomes, terpenoid tornado,
Delta-9-THC ignitin' synaptic inferno,
Endocannabinoid receptors dancin' in the limbo,
Anandamide avalanche, bliss in every limbo.
Sativa strains skyrock, cerebral supernova,
Indica inducin' indolence, couch-locked coma,
Hybrid havoc hybridizin' highs like a mad alchemist,
Puff the chron, chronobiology twisted, circadian dismissed.
Entourage effect entanglin' entourage of entheogens,
CB1 agonists antagonizin' anxiety's antigens,
From hydroponic havens to aeroponic arenas,
Weed's the wizard, wavin' wands of wonder, serene scenes.  

[Verse 2]
Genome sequencin' secrets of Cannabis sativa,
CRISPR-cut cultivars crankin' cannabinoid data,
Tetrahydrocannabivarin trimmin' the paranoia,
Myrcene molecules makin' munchies mandatory euphoria.
Bong rips reverberatin' through the reticular formation,
Vaporized volatiles violatin' ventilation norms,
Kush kings conquerin' kingdoms with kief-coated coronas,
OG origins oscillatin' in olfactory auras.
Psychoactive phytotoxins pollinatin' the pineal,
Hallucinogenic haze hallucinatin' hyperreal,
From Afghan autoflowers to Durban Poison daggers,
Weed's the warlock, wieldin' wands of wizardly swagger.  

[Hook]
Puff the cosmic kush, ignite the neural nebula!
THC tsunamis crashin' cranium cabala!
Entheogenic empires erupt in euphoric exile,
Weed wizardry warp-speedin' worlds, mile after mile!
Blaze the fractal foliage, feel the phytophrenic fire,
Ganja galaxies gyratin', higher and higher!
Chronic chronovores consumin' chronological chains,
Insane inhalation, inhalin' infinite gains!  

[Verse 3]
Holographic highs hallucinatin' hyperdimensional,
Cannabidiol calm conquerin' convulsive credentials,
Limonene liftin' lemons like a lucid levitation,
Pinene punchin' pines, preventin' procrastination.
Edibles eruptin' enzymes in enteric eruptions,
Topicals transdermally transcendin' tactile corruptions,
Rosin resins roarin' through the rig's radiant runes,
Dabbin' diamonds dazzlin' in dab rig monsoons.
Quantum quenchin' quenchin' quarks with quarky quintessence,
Weed's waveform wavin' wildly in wavefunction essence,
From shatter sheets to live resin labyrinths,
Insane incantations invokin' infinite labyrinths.  

[Verse 4]
Metaphysical mists manifestin' in marijuana mantras,
THCA transmutin' to THC via decarboxylation dramas,
Borosilicate bongs bubblin' biochemical ballets,
Percolators percolatin' purity in percussive parades.
Entheogenic expeditions explorin' ego erasures,
Psychedelic symbiosis synchronizin' soul chasers,
From Moroccan hash to Colombian crippy conquests,
Weed's the wormhole, warpin' worlds with wormy contexts.
Fractal foliage fracturin' finite philosophies,
Cannabinergic cascades crashin' cognitive cosmologies,
Blunt wraps blazin' blueprints of botanical brilliance,
Hyperbolic highs hurlin' humans into hyper-resilience.  

[Verse 5]
Cosmic chronic catapultin' consciousness to constellations,
Galactic ganja gravitatin' galaxies in gyrations,
Nebulous nugs nucleatin' neutron star narrations,
Black hole blunts bendin' spacetime in smoky simulations.
Interstellar indicas inducin' interstellar intuitions,
Sativa supernovas sparkin' synaptic solutions,
From vapor trails to comet tails of cannabis comets,
Weed's the wizardry, wizardin' worlds without comets.
Euphoric entropy entwinin' eternal enigmas,
Phytopharmacological phantoms phantomin' phantasms,
Ultimate utopia unfurlin' in utopian uptakes,
Insane infinity inhalin' infinite intakes!
[Outro]

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All In

[Intro]
They won't listen to me
Telling me I'm the problem
For pointing out the problem clearly
Tell me my solution is naive
Sounding like a feel-good fantasy

But I'm not dreaming
I've listened, learned, calculated
Evaluated, painstakingly navigated
The claims, the games, the origin of the currency
Walked the real terrain
The map you've been sold, asked me to hold
Is nothing like reality

It doesn't bring me any consolation
To see the con and conflation
And know—
When you're fucking fragile
When that illusion of comfort finally falls
And you see the machine that you've been feeding
The blood and spirits of those you've been eating
To sustain the illusion of success
Through unnecessary, stolen excess

And you scream about the horror
You might even lose your fucking mind
It doesn't comfort me or make me feel better
To realize all I'll have left to say is:

I told you so

[Verse 1]
They got ambulatory schizophrenics at the top
Bought big pharma, the clinics
The academic institutions
Bought the critics, the statistics
Rigged the heuristics, every single one

Impossible to diagnose the sickness
When the diagnosis would
Make you complicit in their illness
Easier to say
"It's just business
This is just how it's done"

[Verse 2]
Functional insanity
Means they can't see the truth from the fantasy

Don't make me explain it
Just ask them to shut the fuck up
Don't contain it, don't reframe it
Don't rename it, don't debate it
Don't triple-A-rate and label it

Just watch the numbers multiply
Watch the psychosis take its hold
And hide behind a suit and tie

No correlation, just a polished presentation
Numbers divorced from reality
When it's time to collect
Watch them keep their theft
And pass the bill to me, you, our families

[Verse 3]
It's not that difficult
Just intentionally complex
Keeps you in the dark
Keeps you writing checks 
Inflation? That’s you subsidizing
their reckless bets.

They found the lamp, 
they built the genie
Conjuring value out of nothing 
Mastered deceit called it belief 
Granting wishes to themselves
Magic numbers on a screen

While you trade your life, 
your time, your energy
For a right to be
They violently enforce their fantasy 

They don't build a damn thing
Don't heal, don't feed, don't house, don't teach
Just skim the difference between what's real
And what they convinced you to believe

Turn your labor into their leisure
Your necessity into their excess
Then charge you interest on the theft
Call it growth, call it progress,
Disrupt and leave a mess.

When the spell breaks and the mirage clears
You thought you were building a home, a career? 
Just bars to your own cage, 
Trapped in their unreality, 
“I told you so” might be all that you hear.

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