Wise Old Owl - Getting Through lyrics

So maybe the Wise Old Owl's Never lived on the streets per say But I guess I roll em everyday f**in eh Hahahahahahahey What can I say? Maybe I'm just really f**ing... Well hold on Wait a minute That was you fillin in the blank Maybe you're the pirate Walking the metaphorical plank Of existence in a subliminal fashion You just can't remember What just happened? Cuz your mind has been hammered and stammered By forces you can't imagine anymore So don't look at me Just look at the floor Cuz you know that I'm the bomb And I'm here to tell you more You've gotta open up your third eye And open up your inner four What else are we here for, man? I think I thought that was the plan... To evolve and to grow and to mould us up Into something new Before we all rot here Like mouldy chicken stew Shouldn't you be embarra**ed too? I mean Jesus Christ! He knew Mohammed And Buddha Did too... But it just doesn't seem to be... f** it All religions Are just scintillations Of a future generations Powerpoint presentation To a nation Of grovelling idiots Lost To a hollywood notion Of greed and destiny And of magic potions And ointments And appointments And all the things that come with living life In the land of the free So just sit back, and relax Put your feet up Take it easy Don't worry about a thing Watch the tv See a movie Or do something for free Like go to the park In the middle of the city With your sweetie Which your tax dollars probably paid for In the grand scheme of things Don't you see? I was being facetious In that last sentence probably... “Or maybe not.” (I said to myself sarcastically) Anyways Back on track Crack is whack So is smack Don't get your head stuck on that stuff Personally, I'd rather stick to the fluff And always the green You know, with THC? f** it Id rather eat food from a chinese buffet Every day for ten years Breakfast lunch and dinner That was totally loaded down with MSG Then f** with that kind of chemical imbalancing (again) But people still do... And it just doesn't seem to be getting through Poverty within society Is a necessary evil According to the bourgeoisie Hypothetically speaking of course And as cliché as this may be I do still think they do Secretly run every country With a small minority Of white dudes in nice suits Sitting around a huge black table s**in on f**in' expensive cigars Gettin rides around town in Maybachs And other fancy cars... And all the while... Sittin around... Watching a screen... In their office... In the Penthouse... Of the craziest f**in sh** you've ever seen And I don't know what to do About this dream inside my head It's been there since the moment That I realized I was undead I mean alive Survived Revived Surprised that I would surmise? Reincarnized; Somebody else who already died It may be fresh but it's an old mind Oh! Zats a nice rhyme.... But it just doesn't seem to be...