Thugs in a tie Feeding you lies Delivered On a golden platter Heaps and heaps of Propaganda n chatter Eat up Eat up They cried The more you digest The more they lied
Some logo Said go it must be true, no Believe what you must though To keep you alive Sometimes I think “ Get me outta this dive”
Nevertheless what broke the camels’ back Lack of trust Betrayal Not having your back Survival More n more Crys of war People flood the streets Looking for justice They seek Their hands red With the blood of the dead
Infidels they said Is this part of God's plan? Maybe we’re all Living in hell Nowhere to go Nothing to tell
Does anyone know what time it is? Does anyone care? Where are the peacemakers Who used to be there? Information Hasn’t kept you safe- Neither has that armor plate You wear.
No use to hate It won’t get you far Neither has love worked At least Not so far.
I would cry me a river. With all the cliches I deliver. But. That’s not the point. Pass me a joint.
I could end it here. Call it a rap! Will it ever be over? Not until we get back. To Love