(CHOR)
I’m in a dilemma, dilemma.
Nothing concludes well
The verdict is near
I’ll take it apart
This schema, esquema
They’re taking us to hell
Don’t aim at the symptoms
Aim at the heart
(CHOR alternate)
You call me the deviant, defiant
But I can’t pretend to be deaf, dumb & blind
While people I love are all
Crying & dying
I can’t do much for you,
But for me & my own
(Verse I)
Chain’s off our wrist, now on our mind
Once I could see, now I am blind
& I never believed we could be so unkind
To the ones we supposed to help rise & shine
How do I awaken our kids, undefined,
when our schools are industrializing their minds?
How can I say, “you can be what you want”,
When your fu ture depends on these nonchalant motha’s…?
-- & I know this isn’t just a hang up
-- ‘cause they push you in a corner just to rouse your anger
-- I’ve been living a lie, & it doesn’t add up
-- Who’s to say you don’t deserve just a little better?
-- You can play deaf & blind toward discrimination
-- but your sons & daughters already know how that feels
-- Don’t hide your scars, don’t make up your cheek
-- Make your changes now, if you ever want to be
Free as a stream, reach for the best & be clean, ‘cause life is surreal
People it seems, we’ve forgotten what it means to be.
Human beings, with human needs, drowned in fashion & sex appeal
You know that’s not the reality of things to be
(Verse 2)
How do you plan to be rid of the abuse,
if everyone you know has got you hung from a noose?
A high school drop-out is a tough road to follow
Don’t know that by now, well you’ll know tomorrow
Boys skipping pages while they’re still green
Girl’s titties slinking by the time they’re sixteen
Take a good look around, the suffering in here
Is caused by look-alike puppeteer
-- But you know you can’t blame him ‘cause you didn’t make it
-- if he offers you a poison, you don’t have to take it
--You can revel in your vice, but you know you’re dryin
-- You complain about the prices, but still buy it
-- Everybody gets a slice when it’s you they’re cutting
-- With their fingers cold as ice, ‘cause their pie’s rotting
-- Fooled once, fooled twice, that’s the claim of society
-- They know your weakness, your frailty
Centralize & rise quietly, ‘cause you know violence will cause a riot
They sell us fear on the TV screen
& we don’t know any better, so we have to buy it
So don’t mess your skills, don’t treat your ills with pills
If their God don’t kill you, then science will
You know that’s not the reality of things to be
(Out)
Everywhere we go, it’s wicked song them sing x3
Pennies for your thoughts, dollars for your sins
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