Hybrid

Illicit solariums of my nativity A lachrymal tale of how I came to be Starting when aromatic genus Of the Marijuana were spliced With the genes of mice And soon failed, but continued to splice Until finally succeeding In bio-cultivating deeds Creating new life forms Origin of man and seed But not like you, The mice knew everything intellectually, Specifically they had hate For human beings For years of experiments And infecting them with disease... Hybrids Dagga, a plant of peace and love I'm torn between who I am When you create internally, All you need is love It becomes an emotional body Inner animus But when you create externally, You don't need no love All you need is the calculating mind Thus producing a being With only a left brain With no compassion or sense...Hybrid An army grown of weed and mice To replace man Able to withstand famine and disease Compulsive habits Of environment destroyed Unable to reproduce Without scientology Soon the world will be run By artificial intelligence Designed to control population growth Humans slowly become obsolete When cloning life is similar To that of the greys Instead of test tubes And cattle mutilations But through horticulture of spliced DNA Derived from Marijuana and mice Our world will be controlled By the rich, slaves, And pollution withstanding... Hybrids. --- Hybrid - Cephalic Carnage