its a currency battle of bits and chips
dreams of dollars, visions of vices.
of self, mine, and me.

attuned to sound, receptive to vibration.
Dancing in creation, alive and living in iration
this is what I and I receive from thee.

the poor feel the prick , with corrupt needles they stick
sucking as vampires, using viens like wires
ticketing and taxing is their technique
from which the people cannot flee.

mystically revealed his kingdom has come
seeds spread abroad, no telling where from.
in I hearts and in I minds he must be to relieve and free.

its a currency battle of bits and chips
dreams of dollars, visions of vices.
of self,mine, and me.

his light shineth out of zion
the children can see

Rastafari!