I’m a charismatic character, dirtbag sage.
Reading writing and learning and serving raps in your brain.
Dropping knowledge like it’s HOT, yeah I burn that flame.
I’m gonna’ give it all I got, like a servant slave.
But not cohered or chained, I write the verse of my play.
Independently surfing upon the curve of the wave.
On my journaling page my pen is swirling away.
Mapping out the many options of my service today.
Whether preserving or a lake, or re-dispersing the wage.
Or wearing rubber with a lover keeping herpes at bay.
I’m just jerking you mate. But yet my word hear remains,
that I’ll be serving all the earthlings ‘til there’s dirt on my face.
You ain’t a hero if you got a crib or mansion,
it just means you invested in pillaging of the land, bitch.
Ripping from the fingers of the African children.
Yeah the system isn’t fair but Robin Hood is bringing answers.
I’m a Dirtbag Sage.
I’m a barefoot bandit bringer of the change.
I don’t yearn for a suit or tie.
But my knowledge is rockin’ and my argument super tight.
I don’t yearn for a podium.
‘Cause my internet messages are a loaded gun.
Creating unity with grass-roots change,
I’m a radical rational primal dirtbag sage.
Puppeteer of the lightning, striking institutions.
Go beyond a world where there’s winners and losers.
I cripple the dominion with linguistic uzis,
painting pictures of a better system into the future.
I won’t lose, as I’m smoking a doob.
Contemplating all the ways that I can motivate youth.
As I be showing the truth that we are globally glued.
Together underneath the sun like a road trip noon.
I’m in the laboratory reading all the allegories,
crunching all the numbers from the data to the metaphoric.
Steadily brainstorming all the politics and economics,
so that we can metamorph into a heaven here on earth.
‘Cause the truth is we’ve got a lot of problems.
Dishonest politicians all corrupted by the dollar.
Invading foreign countries. Taking from the hungry.
Corporate wolves will then go trade it up on a Wall Street.
There’s big bucks when you’re ripping the crust,
of the earth ‘til we turn every bit of the dust.
I wonder can we reverse all the damage we’ve done,
or have we built ourselves a hearse made of cattle and trucks.
I’m a Dirtbag Sage.
I’m a barefoot bandit bringer of the change.
I don’t yearn for a suit or tie.
But my knowledge is rockin’ and my argument super tight.
I don’t yearn for a podium.
‘Cause my internet messages are a loaded gun.
Creating unity with grass-roots change,
I’m a radical rational primal dirtbag sage.
Although aware of the poverty and sickness,
I hold a solid vision always staying optimistic.
We’re manifesting a new economic system,
where every kid is winning no more lottery of privilege.
We’re in an age that’s capable of abundance,
renewable energy available to the public.
Automated factories so labour is redundant.
We’re meeting every need without the faintest need for bucks, bitch.
Your café latte, coming free of charge.
Because the waiter at the table is just a machine arm.
Technology is rocking it meeting the needs of everyone,
forget about a profit do activity for fun.
I might sound kind of idealistic,
but there’s scientific backing to my rosy-eyed vision.
So buy a ticket, I’ll take you down the rabbit hole.
So you understand the reasons why we can have it all.
I’m a Dirtbag Sage.
I’m a barefoot bandit bringer of the change.
I don’t yearn for a suit or tie.
But my knowledge is rockin’ and my argument super tight.
I don’t yearn for a podium.
‘Cause my internet messages are a loaded gun.
Creating unity with grass-roots change,
I’m a radical rational primal dirtbag sage.
